There is nothing more than this.
Mar. 12th, 2004 08:55 pmThe 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.
* 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.
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Date: 2004-03-13 08:27 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2004-03-13 08:56 am (UTC)I'm not trying to be competitive. It's just I KNOW I'm more boring than you. So quit trying to hog my corner.
I'm also listening to Kylie in an attempt at normality. Go figure.
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Date: 2004-03-14 07:23 am (UTC)heaven, for sure.
Date: 2004-03-14 11:24 pm (UTC)russian fireman porn - hot.
have you listened to iron and wine at all?
it's a bit of a fixation for me at present.
hope you're well.