I am a procrastinator. i have put off doing this for five months now.When I am cooking, i will play with the magnetic poetry on the fridge. The magnets aren't your normal sets; both of the sets we have up are promo recruiting items. One from Microsoft, one from WRQ. So we make sentences like "I want win32 woman" and "Unix is your Reflection."
I am a child of the secret.
When i eat sunflower seeds, I eat the shells, too.
I refuse to consume bell peppers.
I read everything. Bad books, good books, cereal boxes, Web sites. My mind is an amazing archive of near-useless facts.
Some months, i spent a lot of time obsessing about what i cannot have. this seems to be more of a winter obsession with me than a summer one.
I have spent a lot of time curled up in the caves that fires make in the hearts of redwoods and sequoias. I have spent even more time lying in the crater of a broken-off redwood, staring up at the sky. I know more about the ecology of the redwood forests than any one person really ought.
The redwoods are what i miss most about California.
I have eaten redwood sorrel. It tastes vaguely like lemons.
I kissed a bannana slug once on a dare.
I have been a writer ever since i was aware that people could write. Words are my motivating force, my longing, my lust, and my comfort.
Despite this, I hate the telephone.
I also have problems making eye contact with people, especially ones i don't know well.
Animals, as a general rule, adore me on sight.
I used to read Sassy.
I can never keep track of either time or distance. Geography is hard, as is history.
I've been told I would make a brilliant: mathematician, linguist, engineer, librarian, or poet. Of these, I am only a linguist and a poet.
I really like cottage cheese.
I am occasionally horifically clumsy.
I look taller than i am.
Even when i'm writing a lot, I wish i was more prolific.
I still sometimes think I have wings.
I've been in love a number of times. I still carry some of those loves with me. Others have been destroyed, either on purpose or accidentally. I don't, as a rule, mind.
I was a late bloomer, in every sense of the word.
I'm still trying to get my driver's license.
Tuna fish is a good snack for me.
I think of my cats as short, furry roommates. It surprises me when i realize that they neither speak english nor do the dishes.
a friend in need is a friend indeed
a friend with weed is better
a friend with breasts and all the rest
a friend who's dressed in leather—Placebo
outside: still a tiny bit chilly
doing: fixing dinner
to do: call H about Saturday
words: Talk Dirty To Me
link: Atropine
energy level (out of ten): 6
dream: Weird sex dreams about penetrating various things with a strap-on dildo. I dunno.
