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Name: janie
Location: Neverland, Bermuda
Gender: Female
Interests: wisdom.
Expertise: lying in hammocks with good books, watching storms come in, alphabetizing crayons, reciting monty python and mst3k, enjoying the little things in life, laughing at myself, being notoriously hard to read. i am also pretty freaking good at staying in the vlc [not anymoooore]. tchaa
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
11/29/2003
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| Tortilla making seemed rather apt considering today was cinco de mayo.
one, two
uno, dos
Try not to burn the fingers. Lorena was my personal translator. Next weekend we're making tamales. I love them. The people. The tamales too.
Read another account of minimalism striking one's wardrobe. Considered getting rid of all my things again. Don't think I'd miss them too much. Probably wouldn't go this far though. Maybe someday for a spell. Deerskin has a wonderfully wild yet soothing adventurous connotation. Dredlocks and deerskin. I'll smile to myself.
Want clean lines and clean start. Will consider donating more than the current pile on the floor. I watch it grow like the mighty oak [May your forehead grow like the mighty oak].
Fill up soon potato bank.
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| Fell in love with this crop of the original today. So classy. Modernizes quite nicely. Could see myself hanging a print on my wall next to the nondescript shopping bag from MUJI. Want more art in my life lately.
From Amadeo Modigliani, Woman with a necklace 1917
Almost done with taxes.
Have cleaned the entire room. Have survived another year. Had a minimalistic birthday party organized by a friend. Happy. Received dove chocolates from the parents back home. The first two I opened said, "Chocolate won't let you down," and "Chocolate loves unconditionally." What is that supposed to mean? Seriously. I picture morbidly obese cat ladies crying into their buckets of chocolate.
Conquered the spin bike this week.
Thoughts about The Zephyr Song and Escapism today. Really used to enjoy the song until I considered the damaging effects of Escapism embodied. Pensive.
Things fall apart sometimes, and Nala is going to die.
There you have it - death and taxes in one post. Chocolate too. Life is a complex balancing act of a thousand extremes, each vying for ultimacy. So much to think about. Tomorrow I shall rest. | | |
| "one down, one to go,
another town and one more show"
51 weeks to go.
just about one to HK.
let me out now.
i don't want to go back to work.
no mo idaho fo me thanks.
gah, need to sleep. | | |
| "while the life is living itself without me
and the hourglass forges my own desert isle"
massive cold shut me down saturday. don't really want to go to work tomorrow. someday perhaps i'll be normal again.
is waiting worth it? | | |
| grouting tile, listening to old rush cassette tapes, sun in the sky, glistening snow on the ground, an insurance claim in the works, and nutella on my oatmeal this morning.
lovely day so far.
i am quite happy.
the only thing that could make this day better is if i'd already gotten an oil change and picked up the room. on to that!
i love rush 2112. love. | | |
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