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Jul. 18th, 2004 11:29 pmMade French Toast this morning! And it didn't suck at all! Maybe it's time to get seriously thinking about relocating to the West Coast, knowing as I do someone who'd probably find that qualification enough for a roommate.
Anyway.
My room and most of the second floor of my house smells like Lush soaps, and man, I'm almost loathe to use them just for that fact alone. South Florida needs to get its act together and hop on the civilized world bandwagon.
Fandom suffered a bit of a shake-up early in June there, eh? I continue to apprise myself of the State of Things, but wow was that ugly for a good long minute. I still came back to more friends than when I left despite not participating and not being mentioned, which always puzzles me, but hey, cool. *waves*
Something interesting struck in me today, as the Class Three Disaster Area that became my room over the course of a half hour's dressing will attest - I seem to have gone through a fashion renaissance and embraced the slacker rock star look. You know, looking just out of bed, jeans barely decent even for jeans, designer walking shoes, blazer over the vintage/mildly clever shirt to pull it all together? There aren't enough pieces in my wardrobe to make it happen as a Look for now, but Paris really worked over my image conceptions. Which is to say, do whatever the fuck makes you happy, which includes eating and wearing comfortable clothing, and society's insecurities and "standards" be damned. Imperious is a good feeling.
Took my mom's new ride, a fabulous piece of German engineering, with the brother ( to see my grandmother at Mount Sinai in downtown Miami tonight. )
And then on the way back, somewhere on a particularly dark and deserted stretch of the Florida Turnpike, thoroughly lost in my own head avoiding any negative/morbid thoughts, I realized that in less than a week, a dream I've had for two years will become reality, and I could barely restrain myself from making loud, giddy noises about it.
So, apparently I only thought my puppy was moping four days ago. She's been downright inconsolable all night, as my parents are leaving for Utah early tomorrow morning. Made myself cry reassuring her they'd come back for her, but she's patheticaly insisting that sentiments, unlike warm bellies, won't keep her warm at night. *hugs her tight*
Anyway.
My room and most of the second floor of my house smells like Lush soaps, and man, I'm almost loathe to use them just for that fact alone. South Florida needs to get its act together and hop on the civilized world bandwagon.
Fandom suffered a bit of a shake-up early in June there, eh? I continue to apprise myself of the State of Things, but wow was that ugly for a good long minute. I still came back to more friends than when I left despite not participating and not being mentioned, which always puzzles me, but hey, cool. *waves*
Something interesting struck in me today, as the Class Three Disaster Area that became my room over the course of a half hour's dressing will attest - I seem to have gone through a fashion renaissance and embraced the slacker rock star look. You know, looking just out of bed, jeans barely decent even for jeans, designer walking shoes, blazer over the vintage/mildly clever shirt to pull it all together? There aren't enough pieces in my wardrobe to make it happen as a Look for now, but Paris really worked over my image conceptions. Which is to say, do whatever the fuck makes you happy, which includes eating and wearing comfortable clothing, and society's insecurities and "standards" be damned. Imperious is a good feeling.
Took my mom's new ride, a fabulous piece of German engineering, with the brother ( to see my grandmother at Mount Sinai in downtown Miami tonight. )
And then on the way back, somewhere on a particularly dark and deserted stretch of the Florida Turnpike, thoroughly lost in my own head avoiding any negative/morbid thoughts, I realized that in less than a week, a dream I've had for two years will become reality, and I could barely restrain myself from making loud, giddy noises about it.
So, apparently I only thought my puppy was moping four days ago. She's been downright inconsolable all night, as my parents are leaving for Utah early tomorrow morning. Made myself cry reassuring her they'd come back for her, but she's patheticaly insisting that sentiments, unlike warm bellies, won't keep her warm at night. *hugs her tight*
