Saturday, February 14, 2004
in the office at 1pm on a saturday
am in that zombified phase that occurs after an all-nighter's follow-up 5-hour nap on someone's couch. am so used to the burner scene that the more club-ish scene last night was a bit uncomfortable, but good djs will almost always make you feel better... not wanting to drive to sonoma county this afternoon... wanting instead to curl up under my desk and ignore people. there is glitter on my hands, though, so everything will be ooookay.
it is my birthday on tuesday. yes. i will no longer be in my early twenties. i will be exactly in my mid-twenties. my ponderables on age and perception of age and age in context of environment and age-ism have been passionate of late. rather tired of people thinking that they are dramatically older than me when really in another setting we wouldn't notice and really they didn't notice initially either so what the hell is all the weirdness stemming from, exactly? eh [shrug].
it is my birthday on tuesday. yes. i will no longer be in my early twenties. i will be exactly in my mid-twenties. my ponderables on age and perception of age and age in context of environment and age-ism have been passionate of late. rather tired of people thinking that they are dramatically older than me when really in another setting we wouldn't notice and really they didn't notice initially either so what the hell is all the weirdness stemming from, exactly? eh [shrug].
Friday, February 13, 2004
i just had to scotch tape my pants to keep them in working order.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
shame and yearning in las davas
the shame referred to above involves that silly time-sucking nonsense entitled 'friendster'. i'm anxious to start meeting people i have nothing in common with through six degrees of separation and have a computer tell me i now have more friends with every passing day.
as for the second emotion expressed in the subject line... it is, perhaps, a bit too broad to be properly captured here. suffice to say that there's yearning, with few boundaries. pick a topic, i've probably yearned in one direction or another about it in the past few months. though the primary topic might actually be yearning itself (yearning about yearning... still following me? well, *stop* following me or i'll have you arrested!)--i'm not wanting to be doing that with my emotions anymore. no more yearning. i'd rather be anticipating, or enjoying, or... well, one of those two, anyways.
BUTTTTT--i profess and protest that i am leaving this town in 4.5 months. i'll be relocating to the land of oak, hopefully by the lake named merritt. so...ha! outward bound. onward and upward. in june. good for me. and i'll just twiddle my thumbs patiently til then, since i
apparently lack the resources to make myself content in my current surroundings.
as for the second emotion expressed in the subject line... it is, perhaps, a bit too broad to be properly captured here. suffice to say that there's yearning, with few boundaries. pick a topic, i've probably yearned in one direction or another about it in the past few months. though the primary topic might actually be yearning itself (yearning about yearning... still following me? well, *stop* following me or i'll have you arrested!)--i'm not wanting to be doing that with my emotions anymore. no more yearning. i'd rather be anticipating, or enjoying, or... well, one of those two, anyways.
BUTTTTT--i profess and protest that i am leaving this town in 4.5 months. i'll be relocating to the land of oak, hopefully by the lake named merritt. so...ha! outward bound. onward and upward. in june. good for me. and i'll just twiddle my thumbs patiently til then, since i
apparently lack the resources to make myself content in my current surroundings.
