crucial

My armpits smell of molasses; which reminds me of these popcorn balls Ma used to make for gatherings when I was little
I can not stop sniffing myself

Oh boy do I love putting my scrap book together. I've been reminded of so much good stuff today

I'm gradually relaxing my hoarding policy, which seems to allow me to think much more clearly. I have been really strict with myself & deep sixed a bunch of rubbish that I've been clinging on to for no good reason

I am making lots of tapes for when I can drive again, & I don't think I'll lug my records to the new place but I'll still be able to listen to my new favourite, Canray Fontenot

I am walking a few miles a day in shitstorm weather, it is so grey & gnarly out, but the air & the exercise & the solitude... I was all ready to cave in & go crackers last week because of my foiled plans but actually I'm pretty happy. I'm sad I'm missing the initial nesting period with my live in lady loves but on the plus side the phone/internet/lampshades/shelves will be sorted out without my lifting a finger.
I have spent an absolute fortune on the phone this past week though, crumbs.... I can't wait to ditch the stupid contraption - I can't understand how that almost brings me out in a cold sweat, & it makes me all the more determined to dump it. I don't like being available all the fucking time

Having said that I'm ready to go back to the heaving city, the wilderness is getting lonesome, & I can not sleep when it's so damned quiet. I've been sleeping in the day & traipsing about under the stars when it's not too cloudy

I'm just a cheery drunk hermit these days. I'm so fucking lucky this bloody broken hand didn't foul up some super job opportunity or travel plans & that Ma's ok (a little too ok) with me kicking around here for a spell

Now I just have to work on not being in love with someone who doesn't love me back