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abilouiseI'm so happy with my newly digitalized photos. This picture is actually one in a set of three that I always picture in triptych formation, with this one with the drawing/coloring, one talking on the phone, and one cooking. It's nice to know that my interests haven't changed since age 6.
Tonight I went to go see a performance/worship service done by housemate E that was songs about gender. He did a DEAD ON Johnny Cash singing "Boy named Sue" and it was a little eerie even. Also, I learned that a song I had heard him play for years and always liked is one that he wrote himself. I love living with and knowing cool creative people. Like it could rub off on me or something. He also played that peter gabriel song "kiss that frog" or whatever the real title is. I hate that fucking song. It reminds me of being like 8 years old and learning the gory details of how babies are made and being DISGUSTED and HORRIFIED and INDIGNANT and DEFENSIVE, because I never ever wanted that to happen in my body. Masturbating, which I had been doing for years at that point, was totally different, because it was just me having a good time, not these things happening to and inside me. It's probably a good song, that it's so evocative and makes me have such a strong reaction of hatred.
Last night and earlier today, I've been preparing my finances in a useful way for the person who prepares my taxes, which bears a resemblance to picking up one's house before the person you pay to clean it comes over. I'm learning all these neat big-picture things about my practice, like how much I spent on office supplies ($259.89 for the year) and how I can reallocate money that would probably make more sense in terms of growth. Tomorrow I go to my office and do the big picture seeing how much money I MADE for the year. Who wants to place bets? Winner gets the satisfaction of being right. Isn't that prize enough?
Tonight I went to go see a performance/worship service done by housemate E that was songs about gender. He did a DEAD ON Johnny Cash singing "Boy named Sue" and it was a little eerie even. Also, I learned that a song I had heard him play for years and always liked is one that he wrote himself. I love living with and knowing cool creative people. Like it could rub off on me or something. He also played that peter gabriel song "kiss that frog" or whatever the real title is. I hate that fucking song. It reminds me of being like 8 years old and learning the gory details of how babies are made and being DISGUSTED and HORRIFIED and INDIGNANT and DEFENSIVE, because I never ever wanted that to happen in my body. Masturbating, which I had been doing for years at that point, was totally different, because it was just me having a good time, not these things happening to and inside me. It's probably a good song, that it's so evocative and makes me have such a strong reaction of hatred.
Last night and earlier today, I've been preparing my finances in a useful way for the person who prepares my taxes, which bears a resemblance to picking up one's house before the person you pay to clean it comes over. I'm learning all these neat big-picture things about my practice, like how much I spent on office supplies ($259.89 for the year) and how I can reallocate money that would probably make more sense in terms of growth. Tomorrow I go to my office and do the big picture seeing how much money I MADE for the year. Who wants to place bets? Winner gets the satisfaction of being right. Isn't that prize enough?
