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so s4 was teasing me that I never journal when I'm happy. I guess that might have something to do with the fact that I journal kind of sporadically. 'Cause yeah, I'm happy a lot too. So I thought I'd write a happy journal, even though I spend lot of time with s4 so all the happy stuff we do is usually documented there and then I just feel kinda redundant.
Had a super fun night with at dinner and target and ice cream and the movie, spirited away. More soot sprites!! Cute! and Pretty! and Scary! and Good!
Dinner was spicy and yummy and just enough food. Ice cream has always been and will always be one of my favorite things in the world. And I got to share it all with s4, who I'm just super stupid in love with. So it's all even better.
The cabin was really really nice. It was cold but not too cold- cold enough to appreciate autumn and to appreciate a campfire and cold enough to have a really satisfyingly hot shower when we came back. It's nice to be outside. We met a mouse in a mailbox and saw deer and bugs and tracks and catapillers (hmm. caterpillars?) and made campfire food and all kinds of stuff. Nice. And star5 mentioned that it's nice to do something like that especially after the craziness of burning man as you're never bothered by the thought of missing anything anywhere else, or any shows in the city or anything like that, because you're there to just be there and hang out. There's something really really nice about that.
I haven't been out to a club or out dancing in what feels like a long time. Part of me misses the physical release of that, but I'm also really enjoying not really being involved in it. The less I'm around clubby environments, the less I'm around clubby politics and their special brand of weirdness. And I like it.
Sometimes I feel like I hide at s4's house too much. But honestly, it feels more like home than home lately. I'm comfortable here. It feels so much more calm to only see one person's mess, one person's life. It's quiet here. The kitchen is clean here. There aren't cats and dogs and their messes here. There aren't the collected and/or forgotten projects, bicycles, lumber, problems, hair dyes, ...hell, lives of countless tenants. Not that I don't appreciate my house- it's really a unique kind of place, but more and more I feel like I need my own space. I feel like I need more space, both physically and emotionally than that house can give. I feel like I need to live by myself. But for now I will drink spicy tea in s4's rereshingly sparse living room with its prettypretty natural woodwork and enjoy being by myself. And curse myself for eating the last of the toaster strudel yesterday. D'oh!
Had a super fun night with at dinner and target and ice cream and the movie, spirited away. More soot sprites!! Cute! and Pretty! and Scary! and Good!
Dinner was spicy and yummy and just enough food. Ice cream has always been and will always be one of my favorite things in the world. And I got to share it all with s4, who I'm just super stupid in love with. So it's all even better.
The cabin was really really nice. It was cold but not too cold- cold enough to appreciate autumn and to appreciate a campfire and cold enough to have a really satisfyingly hot shower when we came back. It's nice to be outside. We met a mouse in a mailbox and saw deer and bugs and tracks and catapillers (hmm. caterpillars?) and made campfire food and all kinds of stuff. Nice. And star5 mentioned that it's nice to do something like that especially after the craziness of burning man as you're never bothered by the thought of missing anything anywhere else, or any shows in the city or anything like that, because you're there to just be there and hang out. There's something really really nice about that.
I haven't been out to a club or out dancing in what feels like a long time. Part of me misses the physical release of that, but I'm also really enjoying not really being involved in it. The less I'm around clubby environments, the less I'm around clubby politics and their special brand of weirdness. And I like it.
Sometimes I feel like I hide at s4's house too much. But honestly, it feels more like home than home lately. I'm comfortable here. It feels so much more calm to only see one person's mess, one person's life. It's quiet here. The kitchen is clean here. There aren't cats and dogs and their messes here. There aren't the collected and/or forgotten projects, bicycles, lumber, problems, hair dyes, ...hell, lives of countless tenants. Not that I don't appreciate my house- it's really a unique kind of place, but more and more I feel like I need my own space. I feel like I need more space, both physically and emotionally than that house can give. I feel like I need to live by myself. But for now I will drink spicy tea in s4's rereshingly sparse living room with its prettypretty natural woodwork and enjoy being by myself. And curse myself for eating the last of the toaster strudel yesterday. D'oh!
