"you have two points left on your license, have a nice day."
it's all about transitions. from what we assume, to what we know. from what we can hope for, to what we define. what we think we might be like, to what we have already become.
730A_trixel_fem paid me a wonderful compliment, that i'll not repeat, and she deserves all your love. someday she might even be right, but for now we can only hope.
The lovely from a week or so back remains true to her elusive self, and i've not seen her since she booted me from her bed at a god awful early our (I left willingly). I'm by no means surprised, it couldn't have meant to be permanent. yes, i'd like to see her again, no I have no control over when, yes, I am ok with this.
still no new job... this is most stressful. soon a new place to live, a new empty, a new hole in the ground to den within. but solo, alone, as independent as i can muster. maybe i'll be able to get some work done on this fax of a life. build some substance under me. stay calm. go crazy the way i've always wanted. when I move, I may not have access, so my absence may be noted by the few of you who dare/care to stop by this little corner. I don't have a MacArthur in me proclaiming a victorious return, but it's likely.
Real life comes whether we want it to or not.
it's all about transitions. from what we assume, to what we know. from what we can hope for, to what we define. what we think we might be like, to what we have already become.
730A_trixel_fem paid me a wonderful compliment, that i'll not repeat, and she deserves all your love. someday she might even be right, but for now we can only hope.
The lovely from a week or so back remains true to her elusive self, and i've not seen her since she booted me from her bed at a god awful early our (I left willingly). I'm by no means surprised, it couldn't have meant to be permanent. yes, i'd like to see her again, no I have no control over when, yes, I am ok with this.
still no new job... this is most stressful. soon a new place to live, a new empty, a new hole in the ground to den within. but solo, alone, as independent as i can muster. maybe i'll be able to get some work done on this fax of a life. build some substance under me. stay calm. go crazy the way i've always wanted. when I move, I may not have access, so my absence may be noted by the few of you who dare/care to stop by this little corner. I don't have a MacArthur in me proclaiming a victorious return, but it's likely.
Real life comes whether we want it to or not.
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I think the worrisome is you reading all of it. Though I have to admit I do plug through all of those myself.
Hope the elusive one pays a visit to you soon. *smooch*
~cheers