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i made a spicy, spicy chickpea curry tonight.

joking with strangers on puzzle pirates, i almost don't recognize myself. who is this woman talking about her appliances, and contemplating shades of blue for her bathroom? there's something about douglas coupland's prose, every single time, that sets me off. not in a bad way, just in a way. much like delillo, when he's not being overtly clever, he makes me think, wonder about my habits.

there's a chance of visiting iceberg this spring, and i'm not chasing anymore. i'm not, i'm not, i'm not. three times is the charm. i want my lj icon, complete with math, as my next tattoo, and hearing Host's voice makes me grin, sudden and sincere. the first coat of cherry cobbler turned the bedroom a fuschia pink, and where i have a difficult time coming up with nicknames for most people, nicknames for girlbiscuit keep coming up out of the woodwork.

i want to play one of those question memes, and i think it's for lack of focus of something to talk about, rather than the need for anyone to comment in here, but maybe i'm wrong, and there's so much subject/object agenda interpretation in most memes, and i went Off the deep end with things i've done that you haven't meme.

light and i ordered ren gear, from different websites, and i order the rest of his birthday presents, since the place i was going to get one of them (the seven goddesses/sisters/whatever pagan store downtown) is closing. so i finally bought myself a witchball, and girlbiscuit a glorious piece of kitsch.

i'm going to san francisco in two weeks and two days.
furthest i've ever been from newengland.
and i can't wait.

browsing through mech's online photos, i came across one of Media and his girlfriend that literally made me tear up. and when media called to ask what i wanted to see, i told him all i really wanted was the ability to have a picture of where he lived/how he lived in my head when i thought about him, and he understood.

i want to get another bachelor's degree. this time a BS, and i want it online. we'll be celebrating our two year anniversary by exchanging presents, and eating take out sushi (since i've found Osaka to be downright deafening as an indoor dining experience). Important may come down tomorrow night, and history may come over the day after, and after that, i'm hoping to find something less mixed, less confusing to do with my thursday night, even if it's as simple as reading young adult fiction and drinking something with whipped cream at B&N.

(no subject)

i made a spicy, spicy chickpea curry tonight.

joking with strangers on puzzle pirates, i almost don't recognize myself. who is this woman talking about her appliances, and contemplating shades of blue for her bathroom? there's something about douglas coupland's prose, every single time, that sets me off. not in a bad way, just in a way. much like delillo, when he's not being overtly clever, he makes me think, wonder about my habits.

there's a chance of visiting iceberg this spring, and i'm not chasing anymore. i'm not, i'm not, i'm not. three times is the charm. i want my lj icon, complete with math, as my next tattoo, and hearing Host's voice makes me grin, sudden and sincere. the first coat of cherry cobbler turned the bedroom a fuschia pink, and where i have a difficult time coming up with nicknames for most people, nicknames for girlbiscuit keep coming up out of the woodwork.

i want to play one of those question memes, and i think it's for lack of focus of something to talk about, rather than the need for anyone to comment in here, but maybe i'm wrong, and there's so much subject/object agenda interpretation in most memes, and i went Off the deep end with things i've done that you haven't meme.

light and i ordered ren gear, from different websites, and i order the rest of his birthday presents, since the place i was going to get one of them (the seven goddesses/sisters/whatever pagan store downtown) is closing. so i finally bought myself a witchball, and girlbiscuit a glorious piece of kitsch.

i'm going to san francisco in two weeks and two days.
furthest i've ever been from newengland.
and i can't wait.

browsing through mech's online photos, i came across one of Media and his girlfriend that literally made me tear up. and when media called to ask what i wanted to see, i told him all i really wanted was the ability to have a picture of where he lived/how he lived in my head when i thought about him, and he understood.

i want to get another bachelor's degree. this time a BS, and i want it online. we'll be celebrating our two year anniversary by exchanging presents, and eating take out sushi (since i've found Osaka to be downright deafening as an indoor dining experience). Important may come down tomorrow night, and history may come over the day after, and after that, i'm hoping to find something less mixed, less confusing to do with my thursday night, even if it's as simple as reading young adult fiction and drinking something with whipped cream at B&N.