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Sep. 26th, 2004 10:39 amOkay, so: I'm done with the anatomy systems test & the exit exam for school, and my instructor massage was critiqued and I did pretty well, and all of school is now a fifty-hour internship which has to wait a week because I sliced the fuck out of my hand. This is the third accident with a knife I've had in my 24 years of existence and it smithereens my confidence every time. I guess since I don't believe in marriage then I don't really need my left ring finger anyways. So it could be worse.
I'm broke. Like, borrowing-money-from-my-mother broke, because we had to get shots and vet visits and get two cats fixed. Because housecat incest is just not my kink, and the kittens were so cute, but now they're growing up and sniffing at each other in that kitty kind of way that says 'do you smell like sex, sis?' and, NO we are not going there. The roomies think Downs Syndrome kitties would be cute, but I wasn't always a city girl, and I've seen what inbreeding can produce. If they knew what they were talking about, they wouldn't want it.
My tiny bit of self-knowledge for the week: it occurs to me that I like things to look simple even when they're complicated. I like the disparity. The higher the contrast between what is going on and what is shown the more gleeful I get. I like being in a bouncy happy mood and going to a goth club to dance with the pretty broken people. I like knowing that if I need to, the ability to live a lie is still an option. That I can still fly below the radar. It's a comfort.
I'm broke. Like, borrowing-money-from-my-mother broke, because we had to get shots and vet visits and get two cats fixed. Because housecat incest is just not my kink, and the kittens were so cute, but now they're growing up and sniffing at each other in that kitty kind of way that says 'do you smell like sex, sis?' and, NO we are not going there. The roomies think Downs Syndrome kitties would be cute, but I wasn't always a city girl, and I've seen what inbreeding can produce. If they knew what they were talking about, they wouldn't want it.
My tiny bit of self-knowledge for the week: it occurs to me that I like things to look simple even when they're complicated. I like the disparity. The higher the contrast between what is going on and what is shown the more gleeful I get. I like being in a bouncy happy mood and going to a goth club to dance with the pretty broken people. I like knowing that if I need to, the ability to live a lie is still an option. That I can still fly below the radar. It's a comfort.
