crazy 80s 08/05/08 02:23 pm pst
Listening to: oingo boingo - "wild sex in the working class"
i am trying to send people things and as i'm nearing the last few letters my postage machine informs me "LO". wtf does that even mean, it's a postage machine? oh yes, wait... a nearly dead 9V battery. of course, nobody keeps a 9V battery sitting around their office. at least, i don't.
lesson learned on not stocking up on seldom-used battery sizes, eh?
i remember when half the hand-me-down toys i owned functioned on 9V batteries. like my shitty alarm clock's backup power system in case the power went out or my neighbor's older sister's teddy ruxpin.
that thing was amazing, albeit a bit lazy eyed. i think that's what happens when you dig toys out of someone else's garbage can as a kid. that girl's trash was definitely my treasure, it's too bad she never threw out any of these gems:
julene, why are you reflecting on 80's toys that half of us don't know the names of because we are from different generations? i'm reminiscing on that time in my life. i'm remembering what it was like to not hate my dad or spend hours on the phone listening to my mother crying. my brother hasn't answered my calls or texts in a week which has me worried with him going up to canada so soon in the future. i'm trying to figure out how to budget in the money i have to send him for him to eat while he's up there since so much inane & stupid bullshit is going on around him right now.
i hate feeling manipulated by people who are supposed to love me. i hate reading emails written just to upset me when i know that i am in the best place right now i could possibly be. i wouldn't say i ever get "homesick" per se, because i don't find denver to be the kind of place i ever thought felt like home to me--right now i'm glad i have no desire to move back. i'm looking ahead, focusing on the future, and pushing myself away from as many negative influences as i can from a point in time where i wasn't confident to just cut them all out.
it's kinda rough for a tuesday.
i have a bunch of really cool photos from adventures i've been forcing myself to go on... but i cannot post them for fear of unveiling an extra-rad thing that i am keeping very hush hush. so you have to wait for a mega-epic post of photos involving me acting like a retard/overjoyed youthful individual.
here, look at my cat instead. otep is probably cuter than i am when she makes this face:
did i mention i had a shoot day a few weeks back? i think you guys (and girls) are going to have perma-boners when you see this stuff. i think it's some of my best shit yet--i'm starting to think i may have mentally grown into myself. i wear shoes with lift out in public on ocassion, i am not afraid of being noticeably taller than my friends or meeting boys that may offset the amount of attention people have given me based on my height.
right, so... back to the battle between good (me) and evil (the postage machine). hope you folks are doing "swell". (i should bring that word back. i am white and it's funny.)
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