Eep! Too much negativity up for too long... time for some happy, because that's what I'm best at.
I'm currently sitting my filth, listening to two of the adorablest kitties purring... I should clean... but... meh. I have more important things to do, like look at gorgeous women and love on furry critters. For totally different reasons.
So today marked one of those days I miss my convertible... I used to have a 1990 Chrysler LeBaron... red with a black top. I have pictures somewhere, I'm sure... though I think they're actual pictures, not digital, so I'll have to get my scanner up and running. I loved that car... so very much. When I got my truck (1997 Ford Explorer - I know, I'm ruining the planet by wasting fossil fuels... I hate me, too) - anyway, when I got said truck, my convertible was dying. Had it been alive, I would have euthanized it. Carmax gave me $50 for it. I took it, gladly, though I'm still more than slightly annoyed that I left my cassette tape of Swedish rap in the player when I turned it in. *sigh* That's something I'll never get back.
But, yes, it was about 66 degrees today... I would have loved to have had the top down, driving through town. I really really miss that feeling. I used to just drive around, all over, with the top down and the radio on... not annoyingly loud or anything, but loud enough. Memories...
Though, I do like my truck. It fits all my stuff... makes moving easier, something I do way too often. I want to settle somewhere. Or have less stuff. Or both. Both would be best, I think.
I should get pictures up here so I can do the pretty pictures in the journal thing. LittleFierceOne often comments on my ability to churn out journal entries here and on my other journal, but I really think that's partly to do with the fact that I don't do anything to my entries except write. I don't do fancy links or pictures, no html formatting or anything pretty. I just write. Even when I do anything special like pictures or anything, I usually add those after I've done all the writing. My brain can't handle breaking things up like that. When I'm writing, I have to just write, and not worry about all the other stuff, because then I'll lose the flow and I'll start making less sense and it all turns to shit.
Perhaps I should write my entries and make him do the picture thing for me. Not because I don't know how, but because it can be so tedious.
...AND I just noticed that my fly has been unzipped for about an hour. Good thing I'm alone. *sigh* I'm such a freak.
Alrighty, then, time to give the critters more love, then head back out to loverly Carrboro for the night. I get to sleep in tomorrow. SLEEPING IN IS THE BESTEST EVER. Ever.
I still want snow.
I'm currently sitting my filth, listening to two of the adorablest kitties purring... I should clean... but... meh. I have more important things to do, like look at gorgeous women and love on furry critters. For totally different reasons.
So today marked one of those days I miss my convertible... I used to have a 1990 Chrysler LeBaron... red with a black top. I have pictures somewhere, I'm sure... though I think they're actual pictures, not digital, so I'll have to get my scanner up and running. I loved that car... so very much. When I got my truck (1997 Ford Explorer - I know, I'm ruining the planet by wasting fossil fuels... I hate me, too) - anyway, when I got said truck, my convertible was dying. Had it been alive, I would have euthanized it. Carmax gave me $50 for it. I took it, gladly, though I'm still more than slightly annoyed that I left my cassette tape of Swedish rap in the player when I turned it in. *sigh* That's something I'll never get back.
But, yes, it was about 66 degrees today... I would have loved to have had the top down, driving through town. I really really miss that feeling. I used to just drive around, all over, with the top down and the radio on... not annoyingly loud or anything, but loud enough. Memories...
Though, I do like my truck. It fits all my stuff... makes moving easier, something I do way too often. I want to settle somewhere. Or have less stuff. Or both. Both would be best, I think.
I should get pictures up here so I can do the pretty pictures in the journal thing. LittleFierceOne often comments on my ability to churn out journal entries here and on my other journal, but I really think that's partly to do with the fact that I don't do anything to my entries except write. I don't do fancy links or pictures, no html formatting or anything pretty. I just write. Even when I do anything special like pictures or anything, I usually add those after I've done all the writing. My brain can't handle breaking things up like that. When I'm writing, I have to just write, and not worry about all the other stuff, because then I'll lose the flow and I'll start making less sense and it all turns to shit.
Perhaps I should write my entries and make him do the picture thing for me. Not because I don't know how, but because it can be so tedious.
...AND I just noticed that my fly has been unzipped for about an hour. Good thing I'm alone. *sigh* I'm such a freak.
Alrighty, then, time to give the critters more love, then head back out to loverly Carrboro for the night. I get to sleep in tomorrow. SLEEPING IN IS THE BESTEST EVER. Ever.
I still want snow.
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It's good to see another Durhamite.
But seriously, folks....
Glad you're feeling a little more positive. Trips out of town will do that for you.