We have all the time in the world
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thejunipertreeI 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?
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Date: 2002-01-22 10:40 pm (UTC)anubis.....
my favorite of gods.
I love the jackal-heads. Anubis and Duamutef ROCK. (see my LJ name: Duamutef)
~M~
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Date: 2002-01-23 02:00 am (UTC)hell, i was just thinking of M O R T I C I A N from one shoulder to the other, in big scary OE lettering. ;>
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Date: 2002-01-23 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-01-23 10:26 pm (UTC)yeah!
did you catch "that 80s show"?
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Date: 2002-01-23 06:15 am (UTC)Last night I watched High Fidelity and when Rob went in to the store his little friend who's name of the character I forget the bald one had put on a Belle and Sebastian album. I had to laugh, it was funny. I realised last night no breakup is any different. They are all the same, sure the little details are different, minor changes and permutations but the general feelings and goings on are the same. It'd be a shame if you let it make you an ice queen, the passion you feel really is wonderful and makes me and the people who care about you very happy. For not only do you feel pain but you feel joy and those moments of joy are wonderful.
If anyone dises Otis, smack the mofo. I mean shit, you gotta show respect to Otis.