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Nov. 28th, 2003
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Some days just fly by too quickly
Like the ones where you want to spend just another five minutes with someone after the initial five, ten, fifteen have passed.
I think I have it bad.
how the hell did this happen?
*sigh*
Just need more time to do what I want to do. That's all.
Today isn't about that though.
No, today is about recovering and wishing others solace on such days.
About not buying shit.
No worries...not only am I broke, I have zero urge to go out into the world of shopping madness. Just time to go be tutored on fugues, join some freaks for a day-after feast, and then sing at karaoke.
tonight is going to be a long night.
I hope my mom and dad make it out.
I don't know of anyone who will be there for certain at this point, but in as much as I don't mind sitting alone at some bars, I just don't want to be alone tonight. My heart is heavy today, incredibly so for a number of reasons I just don't feel like going into right now. I just want the next few days to pass by quickly for someone I love more than I can explain, to give her healing and a good life. I can wish her these things, and offer her my kindness and love and support, but I cannot create this life for her. I think that is the hardest part, really, the helplessness in knowing that I cannot make her situation any better for her.
OK, so I do wish I had more time to talk about it, but I don't. And all my chocolate peeps are MIA. *sigh* I know where they are, I just can't reach them. I am not mad about this so don't you kids go feeling bad, just miss you guys.
In the meantime, it is a Ricky Fitz day outside.
I wonder how many blue bags are dancing in the wind beneath the dolphin-gray sky?
Like the ones where you want to spend just another five minutes with someone after the initial five, ten, fifteen have passed.
I think I have it bad.
how the hell did this happen?
*sigh*
Just need more time to do what I want to do. That's all.
Today isn't about that though.
No, today is about recovering and wishing others solace on such days.
About not buying shit.
No worries...not only am I broke, I have zero urge to go out into the world of shopping madness. Just time to go be tutored on fugues, join some freaks for a day-after feast, and then sing at karaoke.
tonight is going to be a long night.
I hope my mom and dad make it out.
I don't know of anyone who will be there for certain at this point, but in as much as I don't mind sitting alone at some bars, I just don't want to be alone tonight. My heart is heavy today, incredibly so for a number of reasons I just don't feel like going into right now. I just want the next few days to pass by quickly for someone I love more than I can explain, to give her healing and a good life. I can wish her these things, and offer her my kindness and love and support, but I cannot create this life for her. I think that is the hardest part, really, the helplessness in knowing that I cannot make her situation any better for her.
OK, so I do wish I had more time to talk about it, but I don't. And all my chocolate peeps are MIA. *sigh* I know where they are, I just can't reach them. I am not mad about this so don't you kids go feeling bad, just miss you guys.
In the meantime, it is a Ricky Fitz day outside.
I wonder how many blue bags are dancing in the wind beneath the dolphin-gray sky?
The show starts at 9PMish, although it has been suggested that people get there early because there won't be tables left after 7:30 rolls around. I am heading out at 7PM, because I want a warm-up song, need to register that I am there, and I want a table for when/if my folks show up.
It's called the American Bar and Grill. It's in Willoughby Heights or something like that. You can call them at (440) 944-8600. Basically, you go East on Rt.2/I-90. where Rt. 2 and I-90 split, and follow I-90 East, (this is for the westsiders of course) towards Painseville. take the exit for RT. 91 & Turn right (going south), and it will be on your left a few miles down or so. Rt. 91 is Som Center Rd. and the closest intersection is Miles Rd.
OK, time to shake a tower and shave my legs.
Don't know why I felt like sharing that.
heh
It's called the American Bar and Grill. It's in Willoughby Heights or something like that. You can call them at (440) 944-8600. Basically, you go East on Rt.2/I-90. where Rt. 2 and I-90 split, and follow I-90 East, (this is for the westsiders of course) towards Painseville. take the exit for RT. 91 & Turn right (going south), and it will be on your left a few miles down or so. Rt. 91 is Som Center Rd. and the closest intersection is Miles Rd.
OK, time to shake a tower and shave my legs.
Don't know why I felt like sharing that.
heh
Friday Five
Nov. 28th, 2003 04:22 pm1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not?
I do, particularly for other people or for music-related shtuff. I am obsessed with music, and like making others happy.
I hate shopping for clothes though. Always reminds me of my less-than-desirable physicality.
2. What was the last thing you purchased?
Gasoline, two days ago.
3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why?
It depends on what I am buying. I like buying CDs online because I can get them for lower prices. Clothes are a definite in-person deal. Sizing varies too much to mess with a maybe.
4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it?
A little, for rubbing my mom's back. ~8)
I have hands of magic...heh.
Usually, i just asked for money and got it or didn't.
5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing?
My shtompy boots.~8( They're pretty, and make me feel a million feet taller, but the one won't stretch out no matter what I do to it, and it keeps pinching my feet reeeally badly. Makes me very sad, to tell you the truth.
I do, particularly for other people or for music-related shtuff. I am obsessed with music, and like making others happy.
I hate shopping for clothes though. Always reminds me of my less-than-desirable physicality.
2. What was the last thing you purchased?
Gasoline, two days ago.
3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why?
It depends on what I am buying. I like buying CDs online because I can get them for lower prices. Clothes are a definite in-person deal. Sizing varies too much to mess with a maybe.
4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it?
A little, for rubbing my mom's back. ~8)
I have hands of magic...heh.
Usually, i just asked for money and got it or didn't.
5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing?
My shtompy boots.~8( They're pretty, and make me feel a million feet taller, but the one won't stretch out no matter what I do to it, and it keeps pinching my feet reeeally badly. Makes me very sad, to tell you the truth.
Seven Deadly Sins survey
Nov. 28th, 2003 04:28 pmANGER
1. Who did you last get angry with? My sister Deb.
2. What is your weapon of choice? Dawndom
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? Anymore, I'd hit anyone if they tried to hit me first - self-defense, you know.
4. How about of the same sex? See #3
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? Probably Krissy at work. She's fun to piss off though.
6. What is your pet peeve? Cruelty, being inconsiderate.
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easy? It depends on the offense. I forgive people fairly easily, but I never forget, unfortunately. I think it's a defense mechanism or something.
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1. Who did you last get angry with? My sister Deb.
2. What is your weapon of choice? Dawndom
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? Anymore, I'd hit anyone if they tried to hit me first - self-defense, you know.
4. How about of the same sex? See #3
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? Probably Krissy at work. She's fun to piss off though.
6. What is your pet peeve? Cruelty, being inconsiderate.
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easy? It depends on the offense. I forgive people fairly easily, but I never forget, unfortunately. I think it's a defense mechanism or something.
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