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Will you tend evergreen love without end?
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drinkasyourpour: is the pope dead yet?
I suppose this is a bit disrespectful towards people who are Catholic and have a strong connection to him. But in some ways he's just the CEO of some organization that does not employ me or even do anything particular helpful for my existence. In other ways, he's just an elderly man who deserves to wrap up his life in a private quiet way, not without every local newsanchor listing your ailments and feigning sympathy and shock. It's just another story, from the news or real-life, where all I can think to say, in a very empathetic and compassionate way, is: "dude, you gotta let that shit go."
I'm quite thrilled because one of my freelance jobs where I was the contracted researcher, I became the direct contact, which means not only do I get a bit more money, but it's directly deposited into my checking account. I feel like I've made it to the big time. Granted I spent 5 years with direct deposit in my office job, but this is different.
I have no sense of day or time or time of day or date. I'm awake at weird hours, or rather, I'm just not very sleepy. I think I've been smoking too much -- I have nicotine hyperactivity where I'm constantly awake and jittery but not really doing anything.
Tonight I have plans to seedogofglass perform with his new band and then hopefully bring home my date for some hot play. I'm trying to have low expectations though, because last time was sooooo good, that I don't want to get too wrapped up and disappointed.....or maybe it's intuition that it won't work out, in which case I'll spend tomorrow morning painting my office which will thrill me to no end. I'm all about self-care lately. Going home to an empty house while the partner's out with another lover? Bring home a roast chicken for dinner. Funny how small things make a huge difference. I've kinda recently woken up to being conscious of what's really going on in my life in regards to my partnership and it's not quite as scary as it sounds. Especially since I get to talk it all out with her, honestly but undramatically, and it ends with hot sex.
drinkasyourpour: is the pope dead yet? I suppose this is a bit disrespectful towards people who are Catholic and have a strong connection to him. But in some ways he's just the CEO of some organization that does not employ me or even do anything particular helpful for my existence. In other ways, he's just an elderly man who deserves to wrap up his life in a private quiet way, not without every local newsanchor listing your ailments and feigning sympathy and shock. It's just another story, from the news or real-life, where all I can think to say, in a very empathetic and compassionate way, is: "dude, you gotta let that shit go."
I'm quite thrilled because one of my freelance jobs where I was the contracted researcher, I became the direct contact, which means not only do I get a bit more money, but it's directly deposited into my checking account. I feel like I've made it to the big time. Granted I spent 5 years with direct deposit in my office job, but this is different.
I have no sense of day or time or time of day or date. I'm awake at weird hours, or rather, I'm just not very sleepy. I think I've been smoking too much -- I have nicotine hyperactivity where I'm constantly awake and jittery but not really doing anything.
Tonight I have plans to see
dogofglass perform with his new band and then hopefully bring home my date for some hot play. I'm trying to have low expectations though, because last time was sooooo good, that I don't want to get too wrapped up and disappointed.....or maybe it's intuition that it won't work out, in which case I'll spend tomorrow morning painting my office which will thrill me to no end. I'm all about self-care lately. Going home to an empty house while the partner's out with another lover? Bring home a roast chicken for dinner. Funny how small things make a huge difference. I've kinda recently woken up to being conscious of what's really going on in my life in regards to my partnership and it's not quite as scary as it sounds. Especially since I get to talk it all out with her, honestly but undramatically, and it ends with hot sex.
