Someone sent a friends request to me, and my e-mail reply was the equivalent of when you see someone smiling at you, and you turn around to see if they're maybe looking at someone behind you. Isn't that funny?
That's so me.
I made it to yoga today for the first time in weeks, but other than that, there hasn't been a whole lot of house-leaving in the past week or six. I am a self-contained unit here in my apartment. My sweetest friend was able to come over yesterday , & I spent the whole day clinging to him, dreading the moment when he would have to leave. I hadn't seen him in nine days. I love having my space, but I miss his sweetness dearly. It was so nice to have him here. He is so busy, busy, busy, & I'm so not, not, not.
I think it is Los Angeles that has done this to me. I've had to lock myself up to protect myself from the madness of this city. I've been eating such bizarre weirdness lately, I finally got to Trader Joe's for grocery shopping. At every aisle I feel I might go crazy. Too many people, too much ignorance, bumbling, fumbling, slow-moving stupidity. And then too much self-importance swishing around, too many inane cell phone conversations. Can't people put their phones away for 30 minutes? Why do I have to have such nasty, offensive, shocking porn popping up at me every ten seconds, ever since I joined this site? Just because I want to be part of a creative community...I don't even consider this site "erotic". I really am here for the articles, as they say. Porn makes me sick. I'd rather read someone's journal than look at their pictures.
That's so me.
I made it to yoga today for the first time in weeks, but other than that, there hasn't been a whole lot of house-leaving in the past week or six. I am a self-contained unit here in my apartment. My sweetest friend was able to come over yesterday , & I spent the whole day clinging to him, dreading the moment when he would have to leave. I hadn't seen him in nine days. I love having my space, but I miss his sweetness dearly. It was so nice to have him here. He is so busy, busy, busy, & I'm so not, not, not.
I think it is Los Angeles that has done this to me. I've had to lock myself up to protect myself from the madness of this city. I've been eating such bizarre weirdness lately, I finally got to Trader Joe's for grocery shopping. At every aisle I feel I might go crazy. Too many people, too much ignorance, bumbling, fumbling, slow-moving stupidity. And then too much self-importance swishing around, too many inane cell phone conversations. Can't people put their phones away for 30 minutes? Why do I have to have such nasty, offensive, shocking porn popping up at me every ten seconds, ever since I joined this site? Just because I want to be part of a creative community...I don't even consider this site "erotic". I really am here for the articles, as they say. Porn makes me sick. I'd rather read someone's journal than look at their pictures.