| 6:27 pm |
welcome to me... i'm not sure what it is exactly that drives me to keep moving. when i was younger it was rage & discomfort. i was always running from something. but the older i get, the less there is to run away from. i'm comfortable with myself, with where i'm at, no matter how droll or mundane or lifeless my surroundings, no matter how little they feed me. i feed myself now i guess. and i'm not running from anything anymore. i guess ultimately it's just become habit at this point, a habit i don't know how to quit. or maybe i finally have something to run TO.
anyway, here i am in blurty-ville... in exile from diaryland for no good reason other than that i'm lazy & unable to commit to anything long-term. always keeping my options open, little cyber-slut that i am. *sigh* nothing good to say... this is just one step in a loooong journey of procrastination today. but alas, i have a garage sale to get ready for tomorrow... and entire roomfuls of STUFF to go through, pilfering the spoils of my childhood to make a few bucks. it's such a subtle twisted sadness, putting a price tag on artifacts from your childhood, attempting to create an imaginary value on things you once considered priceless.
before i get all philosophical on my ass, i should be off.
welcome to me!
thank me very much.
~ turtle
Current Mood: numb Current Music: as the evening news blares in the background |