"redemtion from a bottle that stays empty all the time..."
I heart Jill Tracy.
I'm doing chores. The martini makes it easier. Not any more linear though. My cleaning pattern, well, lack of pattern is so random. I'll start working on one thing, go to put something somewhere else and then decide that I want to completey pull apart and organize something along the way. I won't finish that though, I'll just keep starting and doing something new until there's nothing new and then I just go to project to project finishing everything. Easily bored? Yes. Hey, things get clean either way. It's just that if you came up in the middle of it all you'd think I'd gone mad. Most people already think I'm mad, but ya know.
We're having very bi-polar weather today. First it's sunny then a minute later it's grey and rainy, then right back to sunny. I like it. Except for the sunny parts. I really only like the sun when I'm outdoors for the main purpose of enjoying it. Example: Brunch outside, laying on the beach, feeding squirrels in Golden Gate park, etc.
So, laundry is almost done, I've completely rearranged the living space (I hope the boy likes it), dusted, watered the plants, done dishes, and have filtered vodka. I just have to fold all my clothes now.
I hate folding clothes.
We took the tree down yesterday. Pine needles for days I'm sure.
My mom is coming next week! Soooooo excited!
I've been looking for furniture lately. I'm undecided on how I feel about it. I've never really bought furniture due to always wanting to not have anything to move, when, I inevitably did. It's one of the reasons I always felt like Holiday Golightly, when she said (something along the lines of), "when I find a real live place that feels like Tiffany's, then I'll buy some furniture and give the cat a name." I look around this place, and nothing is mine though. Aside from some boxes, books, toys, and a borrowed table from my work, nothing is mine. I feel like I live in someone elses space, yet I know that I don't. I know that what was his in now ours, but I still feel like nothing is really. But if I buy furniture, then I feel like I'm glued down. Now don't get me wrong, I love him and being here and am the most commited I've ever been with someone. But that's not what I feel tied down to. It's not the relationship. I feel tied down to the space, to the building, to the city. I've never been one to be so permenent in my dwellings. I'm a traveler at heart and would, at the drop of a dime, go anywhere I haven't if it was offered. Having stuff bigger than a suitcase makes that seem so much harder to do.
I'll get over it. They're just things. If we move we can just sell them, ship them, or throw them away. They're just things.
Kisses
In other news:
I heart Jill Tracy.
I'm doing chores. The martini makes it easier. Not any more linear though. My cleaning pattern, well, lack of pattern is so random. I'll start working on one thing, go to put something somewhere else and then decide that I want to completey pull apart and organize something along the way. I won't finish that though, I'll just keep starting and doing something new until there's nothing new and then I just go to project to project finishing everything. Easily bored? Yes. Hey, things get clean either way. It's just that if you came up in the middle of it all you'd think I'd gone mad. Most people already think I'm mad, but ya know.
We're having very bi-polar weather today. First it's sunny then a minute later it's grey and rainy, then right back to sunny. I like it. Except for the sunny parts. I really only like the sun when I'm outdoors for the main purpose of enjoying it. Example: Brunch outside, laying on the beach, feeding squirrels in Golden Gate park, etc.
So, laundry is almost done, I've completely rearranged the living space (I hope the boy likes it), dusted, watered the plants, done dishes, and have filtered vodka. I just have to fold all my clothes now.
I hate folding clothes.
We took the tree down yesterday. Pine needles for days I'm sure.
My mom is coming next week! Soooooo excited!
I've been looking for furniture lately. I'm undecided on how I feel about it. I've never really bought furniture due to always wanting to not have anything to move, when, I inevitably did. It's one of the reasons I always felt like Holiday Golightly, when she said (something along the lines of), "when I find a real live place that feels like Tiffany's, then I'll buy some furniture and give the cat a name." I look around this place, and nothing is mine though. Aside from some boxes, books, toys, and a borrowed table from my work, nothing is mine. I feel like I live in someone elses space, yet I know that I don't. I know that what was his in now ours, but I still feel like nothing is really. But if I buy furniture, then I feel like I'm glued down. Now don't get me wrong, I love him and being here and am the most commited I've ever been with someone. But that's not what I feel tied down to. It's not the relationship. I feel tied down to the space, to the building, to the city. I've never been one to be so permenent in my dwellings. I'm a traveler at heart and would, at the drop of a dime, go anywhere I haven't if it was offered. Having stuff bigger than a suitcase makes that seem so much harder to do.
I'll get over it. They're just things. If we move we can just sell them, ship them, or throw them away. They're just things.
Kisses
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and here's my philosophy: i totally feel you on how the purchase of furniture makes you feel tied down. i loved the freedom of moving from SF to kansas, selling my bed, my bookcases, my desk, everything, and just packing my clothes and books in the truck and leaving. but that's just it: if you buy something cheap, you can always sell or donate it, and if you buy something really nice, there's probably someone you know who will house it for you, or there's always storage.
anyways, the couches on my page are from www.apt-ny.com. you might like! they're too expensive, but still fun to consider.
I am the opposite of you. I already have a houseful of furniture, and I started amassing it when I was still in high school. I am very domestic. I like to put roots down, and was ready to settle when I was 18 (I got married, but it didn't work out). It's both a strength and a weakness for me. I wind up settling for less than I deserve because I'm easily content, and would rather make do with what I have than throw things into upheaval.