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Jul. 23rd, 2012 07:08 pmOh Livejournal, I like you best still.
So here's what's up. First of all, remind me to tell you about my weekend, it was a good one - but for the moment, there are moments, this one, now, the moment.
At this moment I am resolving to just throw away all the dishes in the sink instead of washing them, go all new. New house is come up and it'll have a dishwasher, the lease signed the other day, the die cast. A big new job, a better life, goldfish like I grow to fill my container - so a bigger house and with the dishwasher. We move next week, all week I think. Just up the street, but nicer.
I have that job, it's good, a home, I do right, saved the company some money, trivial sum, but I have a good eye and noticed, so I will be rewarded, that's what I expect.
I'll do away with more than dishes, this computer, it'll go to my aunt, who I used to live with, who now lives in the catholic house, they make it all nice but she can't get her satelite tv, can't watch egyptian programming, so she'll get this computer so she can watch it on the internet, my other laptop will go to Agatha who basically owns it already. I have a really nice computer from my work.
Also a phone, and maybe someday a car. maybe. They've threatened me with my own expense account already, that's almost puzzling. It's good. Everything is good.
I'll paint again, soon. It's dark in the room and you can see the glow in the dark sculpi we bought, to make tiny cat figures, I baked them too long, we were both distracted, didn't pay attention, burned our tiny cat statues. Singed them so they look siamese and don't glow in the dark quite anymore.
I think I was threatened with a car and offered an expense account - I think I had it backwards. Tomorrow there's training, I give the training. I design the process, I do everything,whatever I want.
Remind me to tell you about the weekend, it was really wonderful, I cried a little from happiness, that's true.
There's so much trash to take out, so many books to pack, so many books to look at and swap for at the second hand store where I still have credit, at the library where I spend nights looking for A/C comfort. So much to the little mundane things of life that are all suddenly improved, the bare details of existence buying up the spirits, slowly, steadily, an incoming tide. Back to a real life, with details of note and broad strokes, vast events subdued. A goodness.
I'll paint again soon, I'll write again soon, I'll live in the right and the sun will shine on me when I want it. That's the word dear Livejournal, that all's well.
So here's what's up. First of all, remind me to tell you about my weekend, it was a good one - but for the moment, there are moments, this one, now, the moment.
At this moment I am resolving to just throw away all the dishes in the sink instead of washing them, go all new. New house is come up and it'll have a dishwasher, the lease signed the other day, the die cast. A big new job, a better life, goldfish like I grow to fill my container - so a bigger house and with the dishwasher. We move next week, all week I think. Just up the street, but nicer.
I have that job, it's good, a home, I do right, saved the company some money, trivial sum, but I have a good eye and noticed, so I will be rewarded, that's what I expect.
I'll do away with more than dishes, this computer, it'll go to my aunt, who I used to live with, who now lives in the catholic house, they make it all nice but she can't get her satelite tv, can't watch egyptian programming, so she'll get this computer so she can watch it on the internet, my other laptop will go to Agatha who basically owns it already. I have a really nice computer from my work.
Also a phone, and maybe someday a car. maybe. They've threatened me with my own expense account already, that's almost puzzling. It's good. Everything is good.
I'll paint again, soon. It's dark in the room and you can see the glow in the dark sculpi we bought, to make tiny cat figures, I baked them too long, we were both distracted, didn't pay attention, burned our tiny cat statues. Singed them so they look siamese and don't glow in the dark quite anymore.
I think I was threatened with a car and offered an expense account - I think I had it backwards. Tomorrow there's training, I give the training. I design the process, I do everything,whatever I want.
Remind me to tell you about the weekend, it was really wonderful, I cried a little from happiness, that's true.
There's so much trash to take out, so many books to pack, so many books to look at and swap for at the second hand store where I still have credit, at the library where I spend nights looking for A/C comfort. So much to the little mundane things of life that are all suddenly improved, the bare details of existence buying up the spirits, slowly, steadily, an incoming tide. Back to a real life, with details of note and broad strokes, vast events subdued. A goodness.
I'll paint again soon, I'll write again soon, I'll live in the right and the sun will shine on me when I want it. That's the word dear Livejournal, that all's well.
