Ring for friend's wedding/engagement...sterling, green tourmaline, diamonds.
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According to my credit card statement, tomorrow is .... drumroll please... my last day on the site. I don't know why this has become such a huge deal to me, but it has. I didn't renew because my life has been in dire need of some attention, and this site has become a serious distraction. Double edged sword though, because so much positive has come directly from here... case in point:
1) Getting tattooed again. Last time I was tattooed was almost seven years ago. My mother told me she would commit suicide if I got more. Obviously that one had a serious impact on me, because I subsequently worked at a tattoo shop (making piercing jewellery) for three freakin' frackin' years, and didn't let them touch me once. THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING. But now, I have no fears of this department. Being around other intelligent tattooed people reminds me of why I started getting them in the first place, even if I was a little young. Thank you to all the conscientious tattooed folk out there who've inspired me... (frankenstein) and have helped me in turn inspire others (skinny*heart*). For those of you who've never committed to ink, may you have some glimmer of how wonderful it is.
2) I am writing again. It is far more fun to write in my journal here (and get amazing energy from interacting with other folks) than it is for me to just write on my computer to myself... but I'm doing it anyways. I haven't written for the sheer joy of it since a pubescent incident involving an X-rated journal...some of you know about this one. Whoever doesn't know, just never EVER read your kids diaries. Especially if they say, "This book contains the sexual fantasies of (*mtlqueen*)". Duh!
3) I've hit the bottom and guess what, I bounced. Looks like my booty is good for something other than bangin'.
4) To all of you who I've befriended over the last few months, huge, huge, huge thanks. I needed some fresh blood, and you gladly gave me wrists to suck. Thanks.
Hopefully, I'll see you all in a few months, after my studio is up and running, and after my life has some semblance of stability.
Too much of the music I've listened to over the years has been cold, atmospheric, the kind of stuff that gives you nightmares, goosebumps, puts you on another plane of existence. No voices...no message... just me on my soundscape journeys. Not that I haven't been some amazing places over the years... but I need to visit some different territories, I need new musical accompaniment, I need to reach inside and pull out my bleeding heart, pour coffee all over it, and yell at it until it starts pumping again. (Those of you who are Kids in the Hall addicts should be running around now squishing heads.) So, ah, yeah.
I want to drive with the top down. I want to dance in the moonlight. I want to drink fragrant air. I want to meet Charlie Kaufman and shake his hand and thank him. I'm a walking clich and I could care less.
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According to my credit card statement, tomorrow is .... drumroll please... my last day on the site. I don't know why this has become such a huge deal to me, but it has. I didn't renew because my life has been in dire need of some attention, and this site has become a serious distraction. Double edged sword though, because so much positive has come directly from here... case in point:
1) Getting tattooed again. Last time I was tattooed was almost seven years ago. My mother told me she would commit suicide if I got more. Obviously that one had a serious impact on me, because I subsequently worked at a tattoo shop (making piercing jewellery) for three freakin' frackin' years, and didn't let them touch me once. THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING. But now, I have no fears of this department. Being around other intelligent tattooed people reminds me of why I started getting them in the first place, even if I was a little young. Thank you to all the conscientious tattooed folk out there who've inspired me... (frankenstein) and have helped me in turn inspire others (skinny*heart*). For those of you who've never committed to ink, may you have some glimmer of how wonderful it is.
2) I am writing again. It is far more fun to write in my journal here (and get amazing energy from interacting with other folks) than it is for me to just write on my computer to myself... but I'm doing it anyways. I haven't written for the sheer joy of it since a pubescent incident involving an X-rated journal...some of you know about this one. Whoever doesn't know, just never EVER read your kids diaries. Especially if they say, "This book contains the sexual fantasies of (*mtlqueen*)". Duh!
3) I've hit the bottom and guess what, I bounced. Looks like my booty is good for something other than bangin'.
4) To all of you who I've befriended over the last few months, huge, huge, huge thanks. I needed some fresh blood, and you gladly gave me wrists to suck. Thanks.
Hopefully, I'll see you all in a few months, after my studio is up and running, and after my life has some semblance of stability.
Too much of the music I've listened to over the years has been cold, atmospheric, the kind of stuff that gives you nightmares, goosebumps, puts you on another plane of existence. No voices...no message... just me on my soundscape journeys. Not that I haven't been some amazing places over the years... but I need to visit some different territories, I need new musical accompaniment, I need to reach inside and pull out my bleeding heart, pour coffee all over it, and yell at it until it starts pumping again. (Those of you who are Kids in the Hall addicts should be running around now squishing heads.) So, ah, yeah.
I want to drive with the top down. I want to dance in the moonlight. I want to drink fragrant air. I want to meet Charlie Kaufman and shake his hand and thank him. I'm a walking clich and I could care less.
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