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May. 30th, 2001
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May. 30th, 2001 04:23 amtalk to me, people. you're so quiet lately...
I tried on various cheapo things that I've picked up lately... a long blue tank nightgown in cotton, a black muscle tee with betty boop and a checklist in metallic gold with white accents:
[ ] goddess
[ ] angel
[ ] princess
[*] all of the above
I tried it on... I don't think it's me. It's not that it looks bad, just that I don't see myself wearing it a lot, so I might as well return it. I have 90 days to decide, though.
For the past year or so I've been in an ultra-casual state: hoodies and baby tees and denim skirts abounding, maybe a pretty sweater here and there with nice slacks. Now I feel like dressing up a little more and not wearing so many shirts with "things" on them. I did see a black shirt with glittery cherries on it that I liked... and a pair of red satin platform heels. But I can't buy any of it until I make some money on ebay.
Have decided to return the Birkenstocks that my mom bought me to wear around the house, too. Individually they were reasonably comfortable, but as a pair (after I snipped apart the plastic thing that held them together) they were pretty awful. I will stick to my $15 slides, since I'm not wearing them outside of the house anyway.
So that's at least $50 right there. & so many more things I can sell (my Amano and Utena books, for example). I'm a storehouse of things that can be turned for a profit. My eye is good that way.
I need to get away from things... even when so many of my "things" are books or music, enrichment given solid form. I need to give away a lot and sell a lot. I wish I knew where to start and that it didn't take so much energy and initiative. I wish I could turn a profit from my creative talents. I wish I wish I wish. "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride," says my grandmother, and she's probably right. I can live with so little, I've proven it on trip after trip. Why can't I manage to do it at home?
serious introspective mode coming up.
I tried on various cheapo things that I've picked up lately... a long blue tank nightgown in cotton, a black muscle tee with betty boop and a checklist in metallic gold with white accents:
[ ] goddess
[ ] angel
[ ] princess
[*] all of the above
I tried it on... I don't think it's me. It's not that it looks bad, just that I don't see myself wearing it a lot, so I might as well return it. I have 90 days to decide, though.
For the past year or so I've been in an ultra-casual state: hoodies and baby tees and denim skirts abounding, maybe a pretty sweater here and there with nice slacks. Now I feel like dressing up a little more and not wearing so many shirts with "things" on them. I did see a black shirt with glittery cherries on it that I liked... and a pair of red satin platform heels. But I can't buy any of it until I make some money on ebay.
Have decided to return the Birkenstocks that my mom bought me to wear around the house, too. Individually they were reasonably comfortable, but as a pair (after I snipped apart the plastic thing that held them together) they were pretty awful. I will stick to my $15 slides, since I'm not wearing them outside of the house anyway.
So that's at least $50 right there. & so many more things I can sell (my Amano and Utena books, for example). I'm a storehouse of things that can be turned for a profit. My eye is good that way.
I need to get away from things... even when so many of my "things" are books or music, enrichment given solid form. I need to give away a lot and sell a lot. I wish I knew where to start and that it didn't take so much energy and initiative. I wish I could turn a profit from my creative talents. I wish I wish I wish. "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride," says my grandmother, and she's probably right. I can live with so little, I've proven it on trip after trip. Why can't I manage to do it at home?
serious introspective mode coming up.
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May. 30th, 2001 10:21 pmAs far as the stuff I posted this morning... we're not going to freak out just yet. So things are calmer, or at least more resigned and less dramatic.
I've just been doing things around the house today... going through stacks of old magazines, that sort of thing. I've set up the aircleaner so the dust won't bother me as much. There's nothing on TV, so the work is pretty boring. & I'm not the hurricane I'd like to be... sometimes it's so difficult to even know where to start. The primary problem is clutter, so it's a lot more difficult than garbage or mess. It doesn't have a home to go to.
It occurs to me that I'm behind on TMM now; I'll try to remedy that later tonight.
I've just been doing things around the house today... going through stacks of old magazines, that sort of thing. I've set up the aircleaner so the dust won't bother me as much. There's nothing on TV, so the work is pretty boring. & I'm not the hurricane I'd like to be... sometimes it's so difficult to even know where to start. The primary problem is clutter, so it's a lot more difficult than garbage or mess. It doesn't have a home to go to.
It occurs to me that I'm behind on TMM now; I'll try to remedy that later tonight.
