I feel like they were just saving up the good stuff to try and give me an aneurysm all at once... India a few days ago, now Gogo. That girl is all kinds of fetishes rolled up into one concentrated package... Am I weird for finding the smeared eyeshadow so sexy?
Anyway, my sister went back to school in RI a while back, and my parents asked me to come back and keep them company in the now-empty nest, so I spend the weekend in Bel Air. The town had its yearly art (but mostly craft) show , so I went down to see the sights. As usual, it was largely mediocre, but I did buy the very first decoration for my apartment (and yeah, for those keeping track, it's been a year, so that's how long I've been living in a thoroughly unappointed apartment). It's a night skyline of NYC, looking north at the Chrysler Building.
Somewhat to my annoyance, people keep seeing it and assuming I'm some kind of patriot remembering the WTC, but no. I just like cities, and NYC was the first one I ever went to (unless you count Baltimore, which I do not: 600k vs 10M is a pretty substantial difference). The worst part is that I know when I hunt down a good photo of New Orleans, people are going to think it's another solidarity thing. Nope, tragedy just follows me around. I've got great luck, almost unbelievably so, but I still manage to leave a trail of disaster one step back. I was in London a few months before the bombings there, too... Sometimes coincidence is just freaky.
I also talked to R this weekend, for the first time in months. Seems her therapy is proceeding apace, but they really think she ought to consider medication. Not sure how I feel about that, but it's not my decision to make, so I'm not going to think too hard about it. At any rate, we still have the same wonderful rapport we always did, so the fact that that survived our separation alleviates a lot of anxiety I had about her. Nice to know that even at 400 miles, a friendship can survive things like that.
Oh yeah, and going to the gym finally started to show. I'm so damned used to being skinny that it creeps me out when I look in the mirror now.
..I'll get over it.
Anyway, my sister went back to school in RI a while back, and my parents asked me to come back and keep them company in the now-empty nest, so I spend the weekend in Bel Air. The town had its yearly art (but mostly craft) show , so I went down to see the sights. As usual, it was largely mediocre, but I did buy the very first decoration for my apartment (and yeah, for those keeping track, it's been a year, so that's how long I've been living in a thoroughly unappointed apartment). It's a night skyline of NYC, looking north at the Chrysler Building.
Somewhat to my annoyance, people keep seeing it and assuming I'm some kind of patriot remembering the WTC, but no. I just like cities, and NYC was the first one I ever went to (unless you count Baltimore, which I do not: 600k vs 10M is a pretty substantial difference). The worst part is that I know when I hunt down a good photo of New Orleans, people are going to think it's another solidarity thing. Nope, tragedy just follows me around. I've got great luck, almost unbelievably so, but I still manage to leave a trail of disaster one step back. I was in London a few months before the bombings there, too... Sometimes coincidence is just freaky.
I also talked to R this weekend, for the first time in months. Seems her therapy is proceeding apace, but they really think she ought to consider medication. Not sure how I feel about that, but it's not my decision to make, so I'm not going to think too hard about it. At any rate, we still have the same wonderful rapport we always did, so the fact that that survived our separation alleviates a lot of anxiety I had about her. Nice to know that even at 400 miles, a friendship can survive things like that.
Oh yeah, and going to the gym finally started to show. I'm so damned used to being skinny that it creeps me out when I look in the mirror now.
..I'll get over it.
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As for my "Bad Poetry".... way back in my early days of SG, I would sometimes write purposefully bad poetry in my SG journal. I was doing it, pretty much, to make fun of people who tried to sound deep and insightful by always writing in poetry and never just outright SAYING WHAT THEY FUCKING MEANT!
Sorry... cryptic artsy people piss me off.