Finally. I wait. I struggle. I try. I prevail. Check out my amazing taste and eye for art:
http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=53748
Yes yes yes! I love it. hehe ;)
I got sick today. And yesterday. Now my head neck tooth hurts. I hope I don't wake up early to birds again...or that thing we were laughing so much about.
I love you. You are my Coney Island baby.
I love you.
you are
I rock I rock
I rock I rock I rock!
Just hit sale #19 on my Etsy shop! Wooooo!
I know that may not seem substantial to those of you at like....578 sales. But to me it's truly amazing. Oh, and it makes me happy. I LOVE making things and I LOVE sharing them with the world. Love.
It is love.
I am having
a
very
good time.
Last night (during my husband's 28th birthday) we had very bad tornados in the state where we currently live. It was one of the very few times in my life where I have been afraid of a storm. We didn't end up having to go to the basement with the Chinese neighbours, but J and I both packed up little cases of what we felt was irreplacable and/or needed to survive the aftermath of a tornado. Here's what I packed to take to the basement, should we have to go:
* The jacket my brother gave me
* 1 pair of jeans
* 2 shirts
* 1 dress
* my scrapbooks
* my priceless family heirloom Satsuma elephant teapot, wrapped in a blanket
* 2 other blankets
* all my purses (I think there are 3)
* Virgin Mary statue/planter antique my Great-Grandmother gave me
* 2 books that belonged to my husband's Grandfather
* an antique spelling book I love
* A book J gave me before we were married w/ inscription on inside cover
* my laptop
And I think that is all. I can't remember what J packed...mostly design books and a change of clothes, I think. And his camera. Our wedding rings are, of course, on our fingers. So those were safe.
I hate tornados. I am scared we're going to have one while I'm at work. There is no basement at my work. I'm afraid I'd just get blown away. The photographs of the tornados in my state that happened yesterday are disturbing. I don't want that to happen to me or anyone I know. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Today I can put my prized posessions back in their places of honour. It is Monday and I have the day off and we are going to the Cheesecake Factory and to see the new Indiana Jones movie for J's birthday. It should be a fun day. And it's warm. Yum.
last night i had a dream that i tried to slit my wrists with a manilla file folder.
Feel free to read them, they're here in my little blog, but this isn't one of them. I have the night off. Possibly the weekend. Emotionally, our little heroine is feeling extremely fragile right now and if you poke her enough, she will stab you.
I've told everyone in my world to leave me alone for 2 days (aside from J). Those who really love me will be here when I come back. The rest....well, you don't even exist to me anyway.
Sitting glittery in my own living room ((apartment is not a home but)) with a painful left wrist ((guitar)) and listening to Pete Droge, then possibly....Brian Jonestown Massacre ((if you haven't seen Dig! you're stupid...best line: "you burn in hell for pretending to be god and not being able to back it up.")) OK fuckit, see trailer here ((Pee Ess: Anton from BJM is the most narcissistic sicko heroin junkie in the world)):
Nope, Mudhoney played next. They're good, too. Fuck me, I'm sick! WOoOoooo. So. I love it. But above all else, I want you to know the Pixies are the best band from United States and that's just a fact. Any band after the Pixies you like is just a Pixies rip-off in some way, large, small, all sizes. No grounds for disagreeal (sic) here, jokers.
Checkit:
The Smiths. Back pocket full of rosebush videos were watched this weekend, along with There Will Be Blood. Both were good. I imagine myself someplace warmer no matter what I do. I'm craving frozen drinks full of flavoured rum served in gigantic glasses with names containing exotic locales. Possibly with green plastic monkey hanging from his tail perched on the side. Yum.
It's cold now and I am still glittery and stomach hurts is empty only ice cream cone. I don't feel like eating anything. Some people think sleep will help or that sleep is a cure or that sleep makes you feel better. For me that isn't so. I sleep and I feel worse. I sleep and I'm more tired. Bare minimums are what keep me going.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to change everything.
I want to cry
I don't want to cry
I want to cry
but I don't want to cry
This is not poetry
I'm just spacing it this way
Because
this is the way emotion looks
to me.
So yesterday I made an awesome necklace and I wanted to share that fact. I have listed it on Etsy (see below).
I'm really excited about this necklace because it is me branching out and using more creative materials (I have some even more creative ideas, but that's for later). This necklace is made from this other necklace that I bought at an estate sale a few years ago. It's costume jewelry from the late 40s or early 1950s (the lady told me). I really enjoy this style of jewelry from that era, the rhinestones set in metal. You just don't see that today. So anyway, I took this old necklace apart and made a new necklace out of it! I thought it looked like an angel wing, so I pried it off, cleaned it up, attached it to sterling silver chain, and added blue Swarovski crystals (my favourite!) and I think it turned out very sweet. I am excited about my future jewelry making. :-)
That's all!
My etsy shop is here
Turn up the volume, kids. Your little heroine now has a media player in the sidebar with 95 of her favourite songs. Listen and learn.
:)
Love to you.
