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We have all the time in the world
Jan. 23rd, 2002 12:51 amI listened to Otis Redding at work today, much to the bemusement of my coworkers. Not many people get my adoration of Otis.
They can get bent, for all I care. Otis is the man.
However, some music I just shouldn't bring to work because it puts me into a bad frame of mind. It brings me back memories that I would really rather put to rest.
Between Lamb, Otis Redding, and Belle and Sebastian...
I was fairly much a stupid, maudlin, wanky oh-so-goffick-minded girl today. Belle and Sebastian got taken out of the CD player not even halfway through the album. I just didn't want to deal with it. The Sensitive Artist spoke this evening of solving all relationship problems with a claw hammer. This brought me to great heights of giggliness.
I'd truly rather not be such a sensitive, emotional person. Actually, I think I would enjoy being cold. Maybe even on the callous side. You don't let people in, you don't get hurt. Right?
Perhaps not.
Claw hammer.
I could never be that kind of person, though I do have an Ice Queen side to my personality. That mostly only comes out when I've been extremely wounded, though.
I'd like to say things to people, things that I think about. I'd like to write them long, winding letters about what goes on in my head and my heart. The first letter would be to myself. Which is what I believe this journal truly is. I need to document my thought processes from (mostly) day to day, so I may view my progressions or regressions.
I try so hard not to be the person I was two or three years ago. She was a twit, an idiot. A self-centered (in the bad way), clinging fool.
What I'm focusing on mainly right now is school. Getting back to college, getting my degree. Once I get that, I can look into business ventures with my main biznatch, Carrie. We shall rule the world atop a pile of embalmed bodies (with oranges in the asses of the people who pissed us off).
Recently, I've decided that I want a tattoo of Anubis in commeration of my decision to become a mortician. Swanky, yes?
They can get bent, for all I care. Otis is the man.
However, some music I just shouldn't bring to work because it puts me into a bad frame of mind. It brings me back memories that I would really rather put to rest.
Between Lamb, Otis Redding, and Belle and Sebastian...
I was fairly much a stupid, maudlin, wanky oh-so-goffick-minded girl today. Belle and Sebastian got taken out of the CD player not even halfway through the album. I just didn't want to deal with it. The Sensitive Artist spoke this evening of solving all relationship problems with a claw hammer. This brought me to great heights of giggliness.
I'd truly rather not be such a sensitive, emotional person. Actually, I think I would enjoy being cold. Maybe even on the callous side. You don't let people in, you don't get hurt. Right?
Perhaps not.
Claw hammer.
I could never be that kind of person, though I do have an Ice Queen side to my personality. That mostly only comes out when I've been extremely wounded, though.
I'd like to say things to people, things that I think about. I'd like to write them long, winding letters about what goes on in my head and my heart. The first letter would be to myself. Which is what I believe this journal truly is. I need to document my thought processes from (mostly) day to day, so I may view my progressions or regressions.
I try so hard not to be the person I was two or three years ago. She was a twit, an idiot. A self-centered (in the bad way), clinging fool.
What I'm focusing on mainly right now is school. Getting back to college, getting my degree. Once I get that, I can look into business ventures with my main biznatch, Carrie. We shall rule the world atop a pile of embalmed bodies (with oranges in the asses of the people who pissed us off).
Recently, I've decided that I want a tattoo of Anubis in commeration of my decision to become a mortician. Swanky, yes?
