Told myself I was going to work on cleaning up my room when I got back from pet-sitting at Rhi’s today. And yet I’ve been home for about five hours and have barely even looked at the space, let alone done anything to it. I wish I knew how to give myself the combined kick of motivation and energy that I need!
The days slide by
Should have done, should have done, we all sigh
Never thought I’d ever be so lonely
After such a long, long time
Time out of mind
We made mad love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
Today I wrote the latest chapter of my future autobiography ‘Spending Money I Don’t Really Have On Things I Don’t Really Need’. The upshot is I’ll soon own two more Michael Workman originals. I know realistically I should have decided which poster art I preferred and only bought that one, but the artwork I liked best and the show I most enjoyed were not the same… I’ll probably regret the decision to buy both in a week when something actually important comes up, but I doubt it’ll be a regret that outweighs the knowledge that I own the original posters for both shows.
Reading a NSFW fic on the train, finished the story, looked up, and discovered there’s a priest (white collar and all) sitting directly opposite me.
Forgive me father, for that fic was really hot and I regret nothing.
Just had a fucking panic attack because I was worried I’d somehow offended someone with what I thought was an innocent comment so yeah, great way to end my Saturday. I hate being so anxious and paranoid. Fuck :(
Managed to get my skirt half made at sewing class today. It’s easier to feel accomplished when it actually starts taking shape like this.
And I just got a text from Kat saying I can most likely stay at her place in Subiaco for two and a half weeks in September. So it looks like arrangements for me minding the shop for Michael are working out, thankfully!