So the Burn has been in the past for a couple weeks now. Of course I miss Black Robk City, but I've been lucky so far, no post-burn depression.. but I didnt have a job to drop right back into either.
But I do now, at least I hope I do.. if the drug test come back alright. teehee. And if not, no job at Target. I know, big deal, right? Well.. it means more searching and less time I'm saving for my move, so yeah.. I guess I do want to work at Target, if only for those reasons.
I still haven't unpacked everything from the camper yet. I think when it's all done, all the playa dust is swept out, that's when I'll have to really face it that its another 345 days or whatever until the next burn.. but that I can handle. I've done it before. ^_^
I got my plane tickets for the 'big move' yesterday. It's exciting.. but really scary at the same time. I've never lived on my own, and ehre I am doing it across the country. Though I do think this move will be the best thing that I could possibly do. It just feels absolutely right. And the people who understand it, and care about me, he smile they get on their face and the twinkle in their eye (yay cliche!) when they tell me they think its perfect for me right now.. well that certainly helps too.
November tenth. It's a day earlier than I had picked, but it doesnt actually matter. I won't be back in time for Santarchy though. That would've been too much time away from my new city. I'm hopefully going to be able to shuffle down to Mexico to hang out with Coop 'n Essa 'n 'dem for Thanksgiving, and I think that'll be very good, because I will have been in a new city, knowing no one for a few weeks, and it'll be good to see them.
I'm coming home for Christmas, then probably trying to head back out to San Fran in that little in-between time of Christmas and New Years. I wouldn't mind celebrating New Years on the road really.. but then again, I just celebrated MY new year a few weeks ago. I'm on the Burngorian calendar.
It occurs to me that I need a new profile pic. That one is... well.. very old. It was taken in.. February? If not that, then early March. My second attempt at dreds didn't work. I think because I didnt destroy my hair enough with bleach and all this time around. My hair is naturally really oily.. and without the life being burned out of it, the dreds just didnt stick well enough. and so it goes. I was going to keep my hair short for a while, but I just like long hair better. I'm growing it out again, and I think when it gets to where I want it to be, and cut the way I'm picturing it, it'll be dead sexy.
Anyone know a good piercer? I need to get a few of my holes back before I leave. Right now I've just got the only surviving one in my left ear's lobe.. that combined with the bleached out hair (for the consuming publick) I think I look a little bit like a frat boy or jock or something that wanted his ear piecered, but made sure he didnt do it in the 'gay' side.
I think that's a little personality twitch I have to get over. I keep thinking I don't look enough like a freak, like the general public looks at me, and doesnt realize I want nothing more than to NOT be on eo fthe general public... and I'm not. At least I hope I'm not. For some reason, I want to absolutely make sure of that. That's not why I dye my hair and want piercings and tats and things, but when they're not there (like when my piercings "fell" out and I bleached my hair to a normal color) I feel as though a part of my inner freak has just gotten shoved back inside a bit.
Oh well.. guess that means I'll just have to wear skirts more often.
But I do now, at least I hope I do.. if the drug test come back alright. teehee. And if not, no job at Target. I know, big deal, right? Well.. it means more searching and less time I'm saving for my move, so yeah.. I guess I do want to work at Target, if only for those reasons.
I still haven't unpacked everything from the camper yet. I think when it's all done, all the playa dust is swept out, that's when I'll have to really face it that its another 345 days or whatever until the next burn.. but that I can handle. I've done it before. ^_^
I got my plane tickets for the 'big move' yesterday. It's exciting.. but really scary at the same time. I've never lived on my own, and ehre I am doing it across the country. Though I do think this move will be the best thing that I could possibly do. It just feels absolutely right. And the people who understand it, and care about me, he smile they get on their face and the twinkle in their eye (yay cliche!) when they tell me they think its perfect for me right now.. well that certainly helps too.
November tenth. It's a day earlier than I had picked, but it doesnt actually matter. I won't be back in time for Santarchy though. That would've been too much time away from my new city. I'm hopefully going to be able to shuffle down to Mexico to hang out with Coop 'n Essa 'n 'dem for Thanksgiving, and I think that'll be very good, because I will have been in a new city, knowing no one for a few weeks, and it'll be good to see them.
I'm coming home for Christmas, then probably trying to head back out to San Fran in that little in-between time of Christmas and New Years. I wouldn't mind celebrating New Years on the road really.. but then again, I just celebrated MY new year a few weeks ago. I'm on the Burngorian calendar.
It occurs to me that I need a new profile pic. That one is... well.. very old. It was taken in.. February? If not that, then early March. My second attempt at dreds didn't work. I think because I didnt destroy my hair enough with bleach and all this time around. My hair is naturally really oily.. and without the life being burned out of it, the dreds just didnt stick well enough. and so it goes. I was going to keep my hair short for a while, but I just like long hair better. I'm growing it out again, and I think when it gets to where I want it to be, and cut the way I'm picturing it, it'll be dead sexy.
Anyone know a good piercer? I need to get a few of my holes back before I leave. Right now I've just got the only surviving one in my left ear's lobe.. that combined with the bleached out hair (for the consuming publick) I think I look a little bit like a frat boy or jock or something that wanted his ear piecered, but made sure he didnt do it in the 'gay' side.
I think that's a little personality twitch I have to get over. I keep thinking I don't look enough like a freak, like the general public looks at me, and doesnt realize I want nothing more than to NOT be on eo fthe general public... and I'm not. At least I hope I'm not. For some reason, I want to absolutely make sure of that. That's not why I dye my hair and want piercings and tats and things, but when they're not there (like when my piercings "fell" out and I bleached my hair to a normal color) I feel as though a part of my inner freak has just gotten shoved back inside a bit.
Oh well.. guess that means I'll just have to wear skirts more often.
armadillofuzz:
i've still got a cooler in my dining room covered in playa dust.