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stars and fires
Jun. 4th, 2004 12:54 pmMy foot is fine. It doesn't even hurt when I walk on it.
I noticed, last week, that there are glow-in-the-dark stars all over my bedroom ceiling. The ceiling is white, and textured, so the stars are almost impossible to see in the daytime, and I don't spend a whole lot of time in my bedroom at night staring at the ceiling with the lights off. Therefore, I managed to live in this apartment for almost a year without noticing the stars on the ceiling. I wonder if the management knows they're there? I'm not going to tell them, because I can't prove I didn't put the stars there, and I'm sure my security deposit will suffer for it. I seem to have a talent for living in places with stars on the ceiling. One of my dorm rooms had Orion in glow-in-the-dark stars over the bed.
I used to look for Orion when I was living in France and homesick. At least the constellations were still the same.
I wish I had a barbecue grill. I've got some papers I want to burn, and I don't really want to do it in the kitchen sink (too close to the smoke detector). Besides, if I had a barbecue grill, I could cook things. (Hell, give me a firepit and I can cook things. My parents didn't own a grill until I was in high school; I'm used to the kindling-and-grill-rack-and-squirt-bottle school of outdoor cooking.)
It's getting to the point where I need something like a spiritual bloodletting. Write it all down, get it out of the way and process it later if it bears processing.
I noticed, last week, that there are glow-in-the-dark stars all over my bedroom ceiling. The ceiling is white, and textured, so the stars are almost impossible to see in the daytime, and I don't spend a whole lot of time in my bedroom at night staring at the ceiling with the lights off. Therefore, I managed to live in this apartment for almost a year without noticing the stars on the ceiling. I wonder if the management knows they're there? I'm not going to tell them, because I can't prove I didn't put the stars there, and I'm sure my security deposit will suffer for it. I seem to have a talent for living in places with stars on the ceiling. One of my dorm rooms had Orion in glow-in-the-dark stars over the bed.
I used to look for Orion when I was living in France and homesick. At least the constellations were still the same.
I wish I had a barbecue grill. I've got some papers I want to burn, and I don't really want to do it in the kitchen sink (too close to the smoke detector). Besides, if I had a barbecue grill, I could cook things. (Hell, give me a firepit and I can cook things. My parents didn't own a grill until I was in high school; I'm used to the kindling-and-grill-rack-and-squirt-bottle school of outdoor cooking.)
It's getting to the point where I need something like a spiritual bloodletting. Write it all down, get it out of the way and process it later if it bears processing.
