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Name: Emily
Gender: Female
Interests: Antiques, Junk, Resale shops, painting said findings at said shoppes. Writing about everything and quite possibly nothing all at once.
Expertise: Creating awkward moments
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AIM:  DelightfulGnome
Member Since:
4/10/2005
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| We meet again, Qwerty. Here's another attempt at journaling. Another attempt for sanity. Let's just attempt a sane view of my "acute lack of sanity" as I call it. Let's let the clickity-clack of letters and words form strings of thought from the crazy knotted-ball of miscellaneous within.
I've had a bad two weeks. The truth is, reality wasn't in fact bad. Reality was just reality - as neutral and blah as it is without my head. My head works wonders on reality. I make it shimmer, sparkle, and dance through the filters of my mind. Solitude cleans the filters and keeps them intact. Over time I have let the infrastructure of those filters disintegrate.
The goodness and joy that comes from the long awaited friendships I have found here overwhelms me. I have been swept up and away by muffins, music, food, and love. The pitter-patter in my pulse that comes from being in good company has made me forget the peace that comes from spending time with nothing but the rattle of my window-unit.
By spending so much time diving into the minds and ideas of others I've step by step wandered out of my own. I remember what Emily feels like, but I shift in and out of it and the cold plainness of reality.
I'm taking my life back. Pajama party for one at the keyboard. | | |
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This is the Cookiea cupcakeus I discovered during the meeting at work today. This cookie only comes out near the end of meetings at nonprofit organizations. The naturally occurring cupcake pattern on the vertebrae is a defense mechanism for survival. When the meeting is concluding, most predators have already had their share of cupcakes, scones, muffins, and cressants. Predators hovering above will believe the cookie is actually a cupcake and not attempt to eat it because they do not have enough room in thier tummy.
Neat, eh?
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| Once upon a time there was an ever-changing girl who was constantly moving forward. Each time she changed, the dislike for the used-to-be exponentially grew. She knew it was for the better.
Everytime.
Except this one. Tiff called to describe her life in Arizona, going into great detail verbally drawing out the mountains and lake in the teeny tiny retirement community. She explained how much I would love it. She remembered how much time I used to spend in solitude outdoors strolling, "zoning out," or "soaking in." Not lately. I spend so much time in public wanting to be in the company of others. Even as I stroll in my favoritest of places, I keep my eyes peeled, hoping I'll bump into someone I know. I poke and prod my acquaintences into being my friends and keeping me as un-alone as possible. Views are becoming more and more topsy-turvy and my chances of fucking things up are growing every day. So many details to keep in order, so many days to be used and discarded, so many lines that cannot be crossed. Hi Solitude. Lets be friends again, before I lose myself in everyone else. | | |
| Sounds of crinkled books Autumn flutters in the air Red paint on my lips | | |
| "Wondering how else you could view life when you're experiencing emotional pain, is a sign of maturity.
Wondering how else you could view life when things are already going really well, however, is the sign of a spiritual rock star. " -Notes from the Universe | | |
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