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Mar. 6th, 2005 09:23 pmi need to learn not to make myself nauseated over other people's worlds. i can't keep trying, and i can't beat myself up over ever LJ entry that feels like it's implying something about me. (and you (general) can say i'm paranoid, but sometimes it seems either it's not about me and i don't matter, or it is and i'm hurt.)
i've got three hundred dollars of paint in my newly-cleaned basement, a cinnamon apple candle burning, and a new brass-colored switchplate. i just had a wonderful talk with a wonderful woman, and my weekend was full of people who amaze me with how much goodness oozes out of their pores, i've had a blast shopping on drugstore.com, and scotty from mythbusters is wicked hot. i like the new black bean chili recipe, even if it's nowhere near as good as matt's, i've got a copy of shoggoth's old peculiar and i really, really like the parts of my life that still seem to like me.
i've got three hundred dollars of paint in my newly-cleaned basement, a cinnamon apple candle burning, and a new brass-colored switchplate. i just had a wonderful talk with a wonderful woman, and my weekend was full of people who amaze me with how much goodness oozes out of their pores, i've had a blast shopping on drugstore.com, and scotty from mythbusters is wicked hot. i like the new black bean chili recipe, even if it's nowhere near as good as matt's, i've got a copy of shoggoth's old peculiar and i really, really like the parts of my life that still seem to like me.
