August 21st, 2005
|04:16 am - i survived!|
holy crap, washington i am in you! seriously, i didn't entirely realize this until we were driving through seattle last night on the way here. i was looking out at all the city lights and newness and grinning and OMIGOD I MOVED SO FAR AWAY. strange feeling. and then i was talking to lauri and she says i could almost definitely get a job at her shitty work and start this week, and i realized something else too: it takes more than moving to change life in any substantial way. fuckin buzzkill. but nonetheless, i am thrilled to be here. my neighborhood, near as i can tell, is composed entirely of apartment complexes, barbershops, cheap restaurants, and goodwill type stores. for 6 cents, i bought the Clifford I Love You Popup Book. so totally cute and nice, even if none of the popups work right now because they're all torn. living with lauri is going to be so much fun (albeit sometimes hectic). she mentioned seeing some newspaper around here recruiting a paid columnist position, which is something i have actually been thinking about for awhile as something to look into. i can't imagine i will be getting paid for it any time soon, but there are 38432 little indie papers around here that i'm sure would love some regular contributions.
the trip itself i will post about another time, because now i have to pee and go to
bed sleeping bag on livingroom floor.
oh, and i will give the new contact info in a friended post. if you want it and can't see it, ask me.
state: anxious and horny and other
1. your icon is cute in a disturbing kind of way.
2. i'll try and send you some mail sometime soon.
3. yay for cheap shit!
1) why thank you. i wish i could remember where i stole it from
2) woo!! and i just went to check my pants size, finally. apaprently i am somewhere in the vicinity of 32x32. and i always wear a belt, for what that's worth, so i'd rather they be a little too big than a little too small
3) oh hell yes
i'm not quite sure what you mean by 32x32. i'm going to guess you mean 32 inches?
haha i don't know what it means either. my pants do not explain themselves!
measure around where you normally where your pants.
amusingly enough, the commune was just wondering if you were ever going to get there. We understnad dan time, so we were guessing it would be at least another two weeks.
Glad you're alive! Hooray for west coast!
dan time was hijacked by my copilot, i'm afraid. there were a lot of detours and signs for enigmatic roadside attractions i would've gone after if i'd been on my own (or with a fellow browser). and kevin wanted time to wander seattle before he flew back to nh, so we hustled a bit, besides
|Date:||August 21st, 2005 06:54 pm (UTC)|| |
well moving is a substantial lifechange, but if what you were looking for was a personal growth, no, it won't do that, but may be a catalyst to it.
i wasn't looking for personal growth, i was looking for a better world. turns out people in washington are still unhappy and lonely and workign jobs they hate. i guess it's time for armed revolution
|Date:||August 22nd, 2005 07:40 pm (UTC)|| |
i can be down with that.
OMG, you have a pants ferret in your icon.
hell yeah baby!
sadly though, i must admit that they're not my pants. i don't remember where i found that picture