i've taken too much cold medicine, and so i'm going to pretend i don't have real stuff to say and just write lots of random little things so people know i'm not dead. because i'm not, although at the moment i feel like something granny clampett may have scraped up off the road.
contemplating a new layout, possibly with some black and pink themes running through it. and some stars, maybe, because apparently i'm just not emo enough yet. although the main reason i want a new layout is because this little window does absolutely nothing for the poems i've been posting. as in, isn't big enough to fit them. makes them look all squinchy and weird.
so what have i been up to for the last month-and-a-bit? i know, i'll make a list! let's see, in the last month i...
*went to atlanta with the broken heroes. it was an adventure, to say the least.
*made a wonderfully awesome new friend named lani.
*got my nose pierced. it only hurt a little bit, i swear.
*started working for the summer program at the Center. really, it's only sucking out my soul a little bit. most of the kids are awesome, and i like getting to work with older kids for a change.
*bought some stuff with the new money from working full-time again. i got a memory foam mattress pad (sleep hasn't felt this good in years, seriously, go get yourself one RIGHT NOW), a cute little stereo, a shoe rack to house the obsession, and a little rolling chest-of-drawers thing. like trancejen, i am enthralled by the wonder that is target. i love the fact that it seems to know, as a store, its own kitsch factor. it seems to realize that its chief purpose is to provide cheap, bright, slightly tacky items to the poor-but-tasteful person in love with bright colors and slight tackiness.
there are some serious things that i want and need to talk about, but addled with tylenol cold is not the best time. so, i'm not dead, i have some adventures to tell about, and a new hole in my nose. that will have to suffice for the moment. i could stand to hear from people once in a while, though...sign the book for pete's sake!
plop plop fizz fizz,
--beatpoetgrrl
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