There is nothing more than this.

[raybear]

The night is still young, and yet already I've discovered:

* German porn is weird. But, you know, still serves it's purpose.

* While still attached to a few random items of clothing from the past (namely my Wimbledon t-shirt with autographs and an ancient Indigo Girls t-shit with an autograph), I've finally solidified the lesson that the surge of energy that comes post-purge is way more powerful than the grip of nostalgia. Also, hello, those oversized t-shirts and sweaters are so not fashionable anymore. Actually, many of the clothing items I held on to because I didn't quite believe my body would stay the same and I'd be mad if I started needing XL shirts again and had to buy new ones. But I think three years with the same body type is long enough to let go. I'm not even the packrat I used to be and it's possible that given another year or more, I could eradicate that whole aspect of my personality. This is a little frightening.

* I can remember how I acquired most every CD in my collection -- approximate time of purchase and often the store.

* Because over half of my records have come from acquiring other people's collections plus shopping in bulk at cheap bins, I'm remarkably ignorant of wonderful gems in my own collection.

* I really need my own (writing) desk.

* I also really need a dresser.

* My taste in men is so random and varied that I managed to break a who are you attracted to? quiz, supposedly based on a 15 year scientific study. Okay, I didn't break it, but I certainly confused the hell out of it so that my results were completely contradictory and made no sense. I decided not to try taking it for women.

* I have no idea how I feel about the movie 101 Rent Boys, even though I watched it. Sympathetic? Condescending? Problematic? Intriguing? Sure, okay. But I do know I'll be taking a drive down Santa Monica Blvd with my MFABFF next time I'm in Los Angeles.

I'm now going to drag my boxes of cassette tapes into the den so I can sort while watching another movie. And maybe drink a beer. Then go to bed with half a dozen magazines and a book. This entry sure makes my life sound excrutiatingly boring. Or like heaven, depending on who you are, I suppose.

Comments

[cocolola.livejournal.com]

i took that quiz, and frankly, it didn't give me a lot to choose from. even the "tomboys" had on an awful lot of makeup!!!! shoot.

[nineinchlovely.livejournal.com]

I find that the definition of tomboy varies widely. Some people think Goldie Hawn in Private Benjamin, if you know what I mean. ;)

[raybear.livejournal.com]

it told me i "probably wouldn't date anyone over 35" and tend to like those younger than me. um, hi? all of my lovers are older than me.
it told me i "probably wouldn't date anyone african-american" because even though I found 60% of the african-amercian men attractive, i didn't select any of them as "date-able". what? i don't remember the category on "date-able"? i remember the category on "who i thought would date me" which seemed to give me photos of all the men i DIDNT select a attractive.
it told me i liked long hair and that i found bald men sexy. it told me i like the rugged look and that i like the boy next door. aren't all these contradictory?

it just proves once again that i don't have a type. at all. or i'm just a slut. but we knew that.

[cocolola.livejournal.com]

right! where wa the date-able category? it was who do you think would date you, and since the ladies were all extra polished and smooth and mainstream looking i just KNEW they were not the kind of people who appreciate fake hair and lots of sparkles. and then it accused me of having low self-esteem. and the men were all tools with shellacked hair, and i knew they weren't trying to roll around with me either.