Dec. 1: Dusting Off an Old Format. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Dec. 1, 2009, midnight
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PIC OF THE DAY!

This might become a continuing series of random things I find while I purge! Found this $2 bill at the bottom of a drawer that I had stuffed full of business cards. Hm. I vaguely remember someone giving me this in Vegas, of all places. Can’t quite remember why….

TODAY…

1. I’m crazy thankful for all the friends I have in my life right now (and those who come to my rescue time and time again).

2. I’m thankful for the time I have to figure out goofy stuff like this sidebar.

3. The Holidays are going to bring something incredibly special–I just know it!

4. I’m feeling better about purging and getting rid of unnecessary stuff in my space/life.

5. I’m thankful that I have OD to dump all of my emotional crap.

Well, well. Look at this. Happy December!

I don’t know if I’m going to keep this format, but I’ve been enjoying posting random photos in my entries, and sometimes they have nothing to do with the entry (although sometimes they work, too). Regardless, I’ve decided to try to do the DePhoMo thingy which means I’ll be posting a photo-a-day, weather permitting, and I like the sidebar format (I think). Do you? Is it too distracting? Too hard to read?

I don’t know. We’ll see.

And yes, I might as well start my list in that space too. I’ve tried to make a gratitude list in entries before, but never felt the format quite right with all the bitching that I’ve done over the last year and 1/2. I suppose this is as good a time/place to actually create a space for such a creature.

I am sitting amongst piles and piles of papers and magazines and to-do lists and old photos and junk and clothes and books and cat stuff and on and on and on. This purging stuff? Not so easy. Why can’t I leave out the sentimentality?

Today has completely slipped by me and I haven’t done nearly the things I’ve wanted to accomplish, but I still feel okay about it because I’m pulling out things for The Great Purge and I think I’ve made some good decisions about some things I don’t need to hold onto any more.

I’m selling the pearls I bought for the wedding. I mean, come on. I’ve had those lovely girls for at least two years now, and they are still in the box with the tags on. I told myself that I wanted to keep them because they are so gorgeous. But who am I kidding? I’m not a pearl girl. Not in the least. And even though I think they are stunningly gorgeous, I just know that if I DID ever wear them I’d think about the wedding that never happened. Might as well try to get some cash out of them, you know? I need the cash. Plus, I think I really just need that stuff OUT of my life. Out. Out. Get out.

Anybody wanna buy a wedding dress? Pearls? Hell, a wedding band (I still have the one I had made for EXMS…I’ve even worn it on my middle finger from time to time, but I think that might be super bad juju)?

I have a date tonight with CC (aka Pornhead). We talked on the phone last night, and I don’t think we have a good phone connection either. I’m giving it one last college try because (a) half the time I do like him, and (b) I want to go out and have dinner and a glass of wine! Plus, he’s invited me to a champagne tasting on Thursday, and I’d really like to go to that. I’m thinking I’m going to have to give him a kiss again tonight, though. Yuck.

Is that terrible? Probably. But I don’t care. He’s been hinting around about coming up to my loft at some point, but I’m not ready to have him in my space, so it will remain cluttered right now just so that he can’t come in. I don’t care. I guess that says something as well.

And of course, I can hear you all screaming at me from here: Don’t do it if you don’t feel it!! Stop wasting your time! Find someone else to go out with!

Excellent points, everyone. Tonight will definitely be a turning point one way or another.

With that, I’m off. I have a million and one things to do before I need to start getting ready for dinner.

I’m out. Happy First of December!!


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