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Jan. 21st, 2015 07:36 amSome quick points (this will probably not actually be quick):
*Cross-country romances are stupid and I should probably not. Especially not _twice_.
*The internet is wonderful and so I am going to anyways. (like there was any doubt)
*Having driven to the airport three times in the last two weeks, I am now capable of getting there and back without directions. The airport is apparently only like seven miles overland, if you take the highway. This is pretty weird.
*"If you were easy, you wouldn't be as interesting" followed by brief conversation on the ways I strive to appear easy while the inner clockworks are doing quite a lot of the scut work to keep me such. This should turn into a less-brief thoughtdump. Related: High maintenance but worth it; I do much such maintenance myself.
*NO REALLY, I need to deal with my music collections.
*I may have...there is not a word for this. So years ago, Tho wrote a piece about a girl which remains one of my favourite writings. Me being stubborn and demanding, I do in fact know the album he found later to listen to, that didn't have her in it, and I have very stubbornly never sought it out.
For years I had a playground that I referred to by the same name. It was the playground in Columbia that I had _never_ been to with someone else. I brought Sparr to it about a year before I moved, which was good in terms of opening myself up, but weird in terms of the trust involved in "I am giving you something that should be absolutely and entirely my own".
So, I may have done that again, but with "Go Away Godboy" and that is...complex. Not bad. Just complex. And Godboy was never _really_ mine solely in the first place, but...but yeah.
*There are some ways in which I don't think I could be having this new relationship without my closeness to Tailsteak, and I should write about that, but almost certainly *not* post it. It's weird, okay? It's famous to fifteen people and the lines between (small)gods and humans and the fact that we are all just people underneath it all.
*And it's the realization that, two years ago at Balticon I waltzed with a goddess, without fright. That should've been overwhelming in its intimidation, but no. Because nearly a decade ago, I was first titled a Demigoddess of Dance and that means that in my aspect, I can interact with damn near anyone. I find this more fascinating than anyone else would.
(Would you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne.)
*I have a brain worth nurturing. But for now I must go to work.
~Sor
MOOP!
*Cross-country romances are stupid and I should probably not. Especially not _twice_.
*The internet is wonderful and so I am going to anyways. (like there was any doubt)
*Having driven to the airport three times in the last two weeks, I am now capable of getting there and back without directions. The airport is apparently only like seven miles overland, if you take the highway. This is pretty weird.
*"If you were easy, you wouldn't be as interesting" followed by brief conversation on the ways I strive to appear easy while the inner clockworks are doing quite a lot of the scut work to keep me such. This should turn into a less-brief thoughtdump. Related: High maintenance but worth it; I do much such maintenance myself.
*NO REALLY, I need to deal with my music collections.
*I may have...there is not a word for this. So years ago, Tho wrote a piece about a girl which remains one of my favourite writings. Me being stubborn and demanding, I do in fact know the album he found later to listen to, that didn't have her in it, and I have very stubbornly never sought it out.
For years I had a playground that I referred to by the same name. It was the playground in Columbia that I had _never_ been to with someone else. I brought Sparr to it about a year before I moved, which was good in terms of opening myself up, but weird in terms of the trust involved in "I am giving you something that should be absolutely and entirely my own".
So, I may have done that again, but with "Go Away Godboy" and that is...complex. Not bad. Just complex. And Godboy was never _really_ mine solely in the first place, but...but yeah.
*There are some ways in which I don't think I could be having this new relationship without my closeness to Tailsteak, and I should write about that, but almost certainly *not* post it. It's weird, okay? It's famous to fifteen people and the lines between (small)gods and humans and the fact that we are all just people underneath it all.
*And it's the realization that, two years ago at Balticon I waltzed with a goddess, without fright. That should've been overwhelming in its intimidation, but no. Because nearly a decade ago, I was first titled a Demigoddess of Dance and that means that in my aspect, I can interact with damn near anyone. I find this more fascinating than anyone else would.
(Would you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne.)
*I have a brain worth nurturing. But for now I must go to work.
~Sor
MOOP!