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[thejunipertree]

It's an absolutely gorgeous day outside and I am unfortunately stuck in baby-killing headquarters until I decide to pull up stakes and clock out.

It feels like the tongue tip of autumn is rolling in, a chill in the air that brightens my eyes and shivers my brain into alertness.

What I want to be doing is driving the Caddy-Beast to Cape May to hunt for diamonds in the surf, or maybe throwing open all the windows in my apartment and brushing the stink out. But, neither of those is going to happen at this time.

Well. Maybe I can clean later, but it wouldn't bring me the same amount of joy as it would if I could do it right now.

For now I must content myself with filing in my tiny little hole of an office with no shoes on and dancing to the Nick Cave mixed tape I made for someone years ago and in a moment of selfishness, never gave to them.

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[vivaemptiness.livejournal.com]

baby-killing headquarters

JLAJDLJHASDHAHDH YAY. hahhahaha.

the only problem with going to the shore (any shore) this weekend is that 4 zillion other people will also have that idea, and they will be fuckfaces. =\

but i really wanna go. i can't remember the last time i saw the ocean. well, not counting the pacific VERY BRIEFLY in march. =/

[chicanerys-muse.livejournal.com]

Of if is any consolation, I am begrudingly going to work myself

damn the man!

[rowan-1958.livejournal.com]

"or maybe throwing open all the windows in my apartment and brushing the stink out." That's the last thing I did before I left the house for work, and the first thing I did when I got into my office. It's been friggin' marvelous, having FRESH air blowing into my office all day long! I can't wait to get home and put some socks on my sandal clad feet. I LOVE autumn....you can feel it in the air, I don't care how hot the rest of the weekend is, autumn is sneaking around the corner.

[mommyslilzombie.livejournal.com]

Mixed tapes, oops, dating myself here, CD's, one of my favorite items to create, although I seem to have more unfinished than finished.
My biggest problem in the creation of is the space they occupy. It is really easy to lose the trail of breadcrumbs, as it were, to wherever you wanted to go, or in alot of cases, where the CD wants to go.
I get a certain sensation of omnipotence when finished however.
It becomes something more substantial than a flat piece of metal, something with a presence, something with aenima.

I'de be curious as to the contents of yuor mixed CD.