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Apr. 18th, 2019 10:23 pmMissed a day there, not even having tried. Polyglot came over to watch a hockey game, and that was the whole of the evening.
While I'm still trying not to get my hopes up, I've also been at a couple hardware stores (to get key blanks for spark to play with, and to bring Delight to Home Depot for bubblewrap) and I've picked up paint samples. And I think they've gotten much worse. As proof I present this list
While I'm still trying not to get my hopes up, I've also been at a couple hardware stores (to get key blanks for spark to play with, and to bring Delight to Home Depot for bubblewrap) and I've picked up paint samples. And I think they've gotten much worse. As proof I present this list
Montezuma, Marshy Habitat, Historic Shade (which makes me think of an incredibly good burn involving a historical reference). War Weary. Britches. Historic Morning Dew. Parsnip. (which is a brown gray) Dust Bowl. Neutral Era. Social Norm (which is a pinky beige) . Draft Card. Peace Core (clever joke or tragedy, I can't tell) Charismatic Sky. (I could go on, but those are some of the high notes)
I've realized that most of the kitchens I like are warm-toned, but that I don't like warm tones. A dilemma. (as a kid, I thought that word was dilmema) Maybe I can find a brown I like and work from there? I want something cozy and comfortable, I'm less interested in sleek or modern, but airy seems pleasant and one of the things I very much want in this next house is to encourage the sense of flow and openness, since part of the problem with this house is the setup means that the kitchen feels like being sent to the corner.
I go back to the same gray purples over and over again, I want the entire house to be something cool and soothing, all in shades of twilight and cloud, but I suspect that eventually that would just be an incredibly depressing place to live.
I have all these half thoughts, about where I'm going, about what kind of life I'm curating, about trying to parse out what I think relationship anarchy is or what kind of poly I want to be doing, about this song I can't get out of my head, about wanting to kiss more people (and the corollary of why the corners of my mouth cracking make me feel like a leper) about having nothing to talk about except Spark and my pets. About you, and you, and these connections we form or don't form.