tonight i was stressed, and couldn’t sleep. so i went out on my balcony and looked out at the city, and thought about how lucky i am. now i am going to wish my family and friends a good night, kiss my wonderful kitten on his conehead, and go lie down and go to sleep in my bed.
not only were these socks clean when i put them on today, but i got them out of my drawer, where they had been put away.
a friend of mine told me he had a dream about me. in it, i was napping in the sunshine.
a friend told me that this video reminded him of my zest for saving animals. i’m a big fan of modest mouse, and i had heard the song before but not seen the video.
here mum, he’s home safe. the lady found him a special, and totally unique cone. everyone at the vet loved him.
the silver lining to the fact that my bottle of 100% pure sesame seed oil fell off the top of the fridge, spilling half of it’s contents all over the floor, my pants, the walls, and my fridge door, is that now my entire apartment smells of it, and it’s one of my favorite smells.
i forgot. i had a night with my friends, we cooked dinner at my place and then watched bad tv. i went to bed.
so this is what you get.
today’s daily lovely is a bit of a cop out. it is personal, and possibly (unintentionally) vague, so don’t get your hopes up. but it is something that struck me today, so i feel it deserves its place in the archives of my life.
since i found it a couple of years ago i have thought that xkcd was one of the most brilliant comics on the internet. the author is a physicist with the inclinations of a poet, a romantic, a comedian, a deviant… my admiration for him is ever expanding.
today i was browsing through the xkcd archives when i found this particular, very early, comic of his. it is the last few panels of it that got my attention, causing my breath to catch in my throat, and my eyes to tear up. i won’t go any further, because it’s been a long day and i am again starting to well up. suffice it to say that in this case, to me, a picture is worth well over a thousand words, and what they say is something to which i can relate on the most basic level i have found inside me.
editor’s note: jeremy, in case you read this, i posted instead of numbing my mind with warcraft, while waiting for the drugs to kick in and put me to sleep.
it’s true, i am frustrated. i feel that not having the use of my camera to take video is impeding my ability to post. this is, in fact, not true. it may be impeding my ability to do what i feel is justice to the subject matter about which i want to post. it may be making my job a little harder, because instead of letting the camera run i have to compose written sentences, and describe what i could just SHOW you.
but in terms of actually impeding my ability to post? lies and laziness. drive and ability are not the same thing, little girl. nothing is ever going to be perfect, and where would we be if every time something went wrong, we threw up our hands in exasperation, and refused to even try? now, get on with it.
you know, i never got this before. the idea that there should be a part of you that you keep hidden away from the rest of the world. if anything, good or bad, happened in my life, i immediately wanted to share it. if i wasn’t able to do so, it often caused me discomfort, to varrying degrees. openess was my default setting.
but recently something happened, like a switch being flipped. maybe it was because i was living in a house with eight other people, sharing a room with another human, and had NO privacy whatsoever. all of a sudden i have become enamored with the idea of starting a new life. that is not to say that i want to leave my old one behind. i just want something else, something more, that the people who know me will never find. a different me that co-exists with the me that my friends, my family, my co-workers, my aquaintances, my WORLD get to see. i want secret plans.