venerdì, dicembre 08, 2006
Obviously, I don't want to know
I've altered this photo and I think it's screamingly obvious where, but I'm still screamingly proud of this first silly Lycrasoft effort. Soon I'll alter the whole world to look the way I want it to. There are a couple of substantial changes I can think of.
I'm off to the north and feeling sad about not being with the man for a few days. You wouldn't believe how pathetic that makes me feel. Why do I have such silly intimacy issues? Why do I have to think all macho? Why can't I just accept my emotions as they happen? That's why Monsieur makes the big bucks I suppose (although I'm still paying on a sliding scale, thank god. I keep thinking I see the end of credit card debt and then bang! Some completely predictable massive expenditure comes along and I take three steps back.)
We had a great session last Wednesday. One would like to leave parts of one's childhood behind but they don't always leave one behind, I suppose . . . people (well, me) resist the idea of impact from childhood carrying on into adult life but that doesn't hold up, really - such an educational time of life and so easy to learn the wrong lessons. And one acts on those stupid lessons over and over, all the while claiming one's dealt with the past and it's over.
Not much else to tell you as we go into this long weekend (or just normal weekend, if you're not meeeeeee - ha ha ha ha), except bundle up, drink lots of ginger tea and vitamins, and gargle salt water every morning to keep colds at bay.
Spat by Mistress La Spliffe at 04:48