"but it was too blunt to miss"
Sep. 21st, 2005 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutantursometimes, my posts are all blank lines, white space something girlbiscuit's led me to appreciate, and sometimes they're snarls of text like this, and this particular snarl feels a lot like a verbal representation of taking a nice purple crayon and holding it my fist and drawing a tangle. (when small, i cherished the book harold and the purple crayon. i think it was because of the porcupine.)
my boss got me really, really cute cat stickers 'cause she knew i wasn't planning on having fun on my vacation and that i'll miss my cats. my little brothers still haven't gotten their package. we're driving out tomorrow and will be back wednesday, and i don't expect there will be me online time, but there might be, but you should all miss me lots. light's taking me to a museum in pittsburgh, and i'm relieved by that, i've been museum hungry on-and-off for what feels like months, but it never fits into our schedules and i veto potential plans to do so, because it seems wasteful to spend money on gas and admission to go look at things, but i still dream of the PMA sometimes. i don't remember all of it, but i remember the rodin and the modern art exhibit made out of fake flowers, and the trojan war in crayon on butcher paper and the dorothea tanning print and i never really think i want to go back to philadelphia, i've forgotten all of the city except my piercer and the falafel and the museum, and i'm too afraid of the campus, of the people who might have stayed in the area, and i think maybe it's a little bit like the scene of a crime that shouldn't be revisited, but oh, i'd like to see the tanning again. the last time i visited the city, when i still lived with Red and was still pretty broken, the picture had been taken down for some sort of renovation and i cried my eyes out on the steps from disappointment, and i've never, ever placed that much importance on anything visual ever before, unless the ocean counts. i wonder if i don't want to go anywhere that SEPTA goes for the same reason i don't want to leave northampton, some superstition about the effect of place on psyche. i finished the book that was making me a little bit crazy last night (wittgenstein's mistress, which i'll post about post-vacation, since i imagine i'll finish a couple books this week) and i'm still a little bit fidgety and wordshy from it, but i'm also having a supercrappy day-before-vacation day at work so i thought i'd vent.
so there.
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my boss got me really, really cute cat stickers 'cause she knew i wasn't planning on having fun on my vacation and that i'll miss my cats. my little brothers still haven't gotten their package. we're driving out tomorrow and will be back wednesday, and i don't expect there will be me online time, but there might be, but you should all miss me lots. light's taking me to a museum in pittsburgh, and i'm relieved by that, i've been museum hungry on-and-off for what feels like months, but it never fits into our schedules and i veto potential plans to do so, because it seems wasteful to spend money on gas and admission to go look at things, but i still dream of the PMA sometimes. i don't remember all of it, but i remember the rodin and the modern art exhibit made out of fake flowers, and the trojan war in crayon on butcher paper and the dorothea tanning print and i never really think i want to go back to philadelphia, i've forgotten all of the city except my piercer and the falafel and the museum, and i'm too afraid of the campus, of the people who might have stayed in the area, and i think maybe it's a little bit like the scene of a crime that shouldn't be revisited, but oh, i'd like to see the tanning again. the last time i visited the city, when i still lived with Red and was still pretty broken, the picture had been taken down for some sort of renovation and i cried my eyes out on the steps from disappointment, and i've never, ever placed that much importance on anything visual ever before, unless the ocean counts. i wonder if i don't want to go anywhere that SEPTA goes for the same reason i don't want to leave northampton, some superstition about the effect of place on psyche. i finished the book that was making me a little bit crazy last night (wittgenstein's mistress, which i'll post about post-vacation, since i imagine i'll finish a couple books this week) and i'm still a little bit fidgety and wordshy from it, but i'm also having a supercrappy day-before-vacation day at work so i thought i'd vent.
so there.
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