Nothing says moving on like Jimi Hendrix tunes and going through OLD crates of papers you thought you would never ever possibly live without. I can't imagine what I was thinking 15 years ago while in Middle and High School. Now, I'm going through old folders from classes I probably couldn't remember the teacher's name let alone 10% of my classmates names. So I'm basically picking through folders and papers. Tossing unfinished letters, reminiscing about the old days, and keeping story and fiction bits I've jotted down on scraps here and there. Perhaps I will find a new jewel to write!
Barring the fact I still have four days of paper work from the office to catch up on, I feel I am being personally productive and keeping just busy enough to not think about men too much. Gotta love Jimi! I might toss in some Rolling Stones before too long and continue with the paper shredding and rummaging. It's time to clean house in more ways than one and that seems to be the word of the day. Putter on and get over it. LOL Things could be worse, can't quite imagine how, other than the roof caving in. EEK! I better not think about that.
In the meantime, I'm gonna soldier on and burn inscents. Happy-Happy Joy-Joy Happy-Happy Joy-Joy Happy-Happy Joy-Joy Happy-Happy Joy-Joy. LOL I'm fine! REALLY!
~T~
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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