Where do you want to go with your life? I mean, like, how would you like to spend your time?
I'm kind of wondering these questions now. I don't want to do anything. I don't know *what* to do... the only jobs that sound remotely fun are post office and trucking jobs, but they don't provide enough $$ to support me in the manner to which I would like to become accustomed. And I don't know if I *really* want to be a trucker. it's just what I fantasize about when I think of what would be a kick-ass job. And, well, the post office? it's kind of a fetish. I love mail. Like, a lot. I send postcards like mad. Shady told me that I was singlehandedly keeping the art of the postcard alive. Which is probably partially true.
I just keep getting this vision of stepping out of a doorway into a hot sunny day in the desert and breathing in the sagebrush air.
And, in a totally unexpected and exciting development, I have a DATE tonight (ok, I have at least one a week, but this is a date with a somewhat random person, not someone I met through friends). So, I guess this is the first non-incestuous date in a while... he co-owns The Guild here in Albuquerque and we've talked a few times, always having a really great time. So I'm excited to go out for drinks with him... it'll be great conversation. I'm not expecting more, since, well, I'm not really in any place to be dating folks seriously now. But hey, it's just for fun.
And he seems cool.
All the stuff for Burning Man is falling into place... All the uniforms should come early next week, I'm getting my hair done, the outfits are all selected and have mostly arrived, all camp arrangements are being finalized, whatever clandestine meetings are being nefariously planned, etc.
In other news, a creepy guy that looks like a cutout from a Sears catalog is staring at me. I have to go. yeesh.
I'm kind of wondering these questions now. I don't want to do anything. I don't know *what* to do... the only jobs that sound remotely fun are post office and trucking jobs, but they don't provide enough $$ to support me in the manner to which I would like to become accustomed. And I don't know if I *really* want to be a trucker. it's just what I fantasize about when I think of what would be a kick-ass job. And, well, the post office? it's kind of a fetish. I love mail. Like, a lot. I send postcards like mad. Shady told me that I was singlehandedly keeping the art of the postcard alive. Which is probably partially true.
I just keep getting this vision of stepping out of a doorway into a hot sunny day in the desert and breathing in the sagebrush air.
And, in a totally unexpected and exciting development, I have a DATE tonight (ok, I have at least one a week, but this is a date with a somewhat random person, not someone I met through friends). So, I guess this is the first non-incestuous date in a while... he co-owns The Guild here in Albuquerque and we've talked a few times, always having a really great time. So I'm excited to go out for drinks with him... it'll be great conversation. I'm not expecting more, since, well, I'm not really in any place to be dating folks seriously now. But hey, it's just for fun.
And he seems cool.
All the stuff for Burning Man is falling into place... All the uniforms should come early next week, I'm getting my hair done, the outfits are all selected and have mostly arrived, all camp arrangements are being finalized, whatever clandestine meetings are being nefariously planned, etc.
In other news, a creepy guy that looks like a cutout from a Sears catalog is staring at me. I have to go. yeesh.