I don't know what's been up for the last while (and by while, I mean last couple of years. Or three). I used to write all sorts of crap (and sometimes even passably good stuff!) but I haven't done anything remotely like that for a long time now.
It makes me kind of sad.
I don't know how to get myself back into it. I guess I just need to suck it up, and sit here and just write something, anything, whatever comes into my head, like I used to. And not care at all that I've been at a computer at work all day, or that it's maybe not very good (that's what friends-only and private entries are for, right?), or that it's not about anything at all.
I should just make like The Tick and ride that wave, and suck that lozenge!
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The cat is good! Her name is Kaylee, and she's supersweet, and she still sleeps on my pillow at night. Pictures eventually (give me a couple more weeks).
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This morning when I left my apartment, I was very happy to hear my next door neighbour listening to the Joel Plaskett Emergency. It was surprising, but a nice start to the day. I'd never have guessed that she liked the JPE. I guess sometimes I don't give people enough credit (because I totally would have pegged her as listening to the same crap as the asshole who lives above me. But I'd pretty much assume that about anyone until they proved me wrong).
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Sometimes I just wish I could scream and not sound like an idiot.
It makes me kind of sad.
I don't know how to get myself back into it. I guess I just need to suck it up, and sit here and just write something, anything, whatever comes into my head, like I used to. And not care at all that I've been at a computer at work all day, or that it's maybe not very good (that's what friends-only and private entries are for, right?), or that it's not about anything at all.
I should just make like The Tick and ride that wave, and suck that lozenge!
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The cat is good! Her name is Kaylee, and she's supersweet, and she still sleeps on my pillow at night. Pictures eventually (give me a couple more weeks).
*
This morning when I left my apartment, I was very happy to hear my next door neighbour listening to the Joel Plaskett Emergency. It was surprising, but a nice start to the day. I'd never have guessed that she liked the JPE. I guess sometimes I don't give people enough credit (because I totally would have pegged her as listening to the same crap as the asshole who lives above me. But I'd pretty much assume that about anyone until they proved me wrong).
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Sometimes I just wish I could scream and not sound like an idiot.