I’m obsessed with this song. Completely obsessed.
Been debating buying a new domain for going on six months. Just can’t bring myself to do it just yet. Have an eye on a few names. It’s wasteful but oh-so-tempting.
I hardly ever write in here. My life has been clopping along at a more even keel than in the past. Worked a bit more on the pieces of my past I write down. Super-secret shoes and stupidity. It’s interesting, remembering. It doesn’t feel like it happened to me.
A lot of stress because we were moving and now we’re not. Spent a few days in hell while dozens of groups of people came to lookat our house. I kept imagining people were going through my things. Though why would they. Lots of anger and some breakdowns into tears because of stress. Never mind last week when I cracked because of lack of sleep and an argument with my father. The arguments are coming more frequently now that he’s been around more often which leads me to believe that it’s absence making the heart grow fonder rather than real growth that kept us friendly since the divorce. Love him, though, and respect him. I just can’t see eye to eye with him on a lot of things. Not really political or social beliefs, more an unwillingness to compromise on his part and partially on my part.
Been reading a lot, working through all my books. A lot of Bret Easton Ellis. Lunar Park was beautiful, I found I preferred it to the others.
Last summer before I get my BA. I haven’t gotten the short story class yet but if one more person drops the class the spot is mine. Think good thoughts for me, I need this. Though considering how often I don’t write I don’t think there’s too many people hanging on my every word. (;
have to go through a similar thing periodically myself (house selling). i rent, but the house has been on the market for two goddamn years, probably more.
(has not lowered the price in that time – too stubborn for his own good, though i’m not complaining as i like it here)
in that time, people have to come through and inspect the units. groups vary in size. the last one (couple of weeks ago), young-ish family and what looked like the family builder… the one who’s tagging along behind the people with the shitloads of money telling them what they can and can’t do with the house they’re inspecting.
they probably happen 3 to 4+ times a year. and your life is on show, basically, i find it quite demeaning in a way. landlords go through every six months anyway, but there’s something debasing about people looking through your house… you live there, it is your life. not a display home.
some stuff has happened for you lately. i hope you’re doing ok.
I was moving house in terms of journal so didn’t get to reply to this.
We’ve only had a couple more people come to the house. One stayed for dinner because they didn’t take the hint that we wanted them to leave and sort of invited themselves over. Fun times.
I’m doing better. I was very down and depressed for a bit. Regressing, almost. Then things got better and now I can breathe again.