October 12, 2002: love's the only engine of survival
I was going to do an audio entry tonight. You would have gotten to hear me babbling on and on about my new skirt and everything. However, my ancient microphone that I got with my Mac Classic II 10 years ago(!) has finally given up the ghost. One more thing to replace, eventually. Depending on how much they are, i might buy one when I'm at Best Buy tomorrow morning.
It's been a long day, but reasonably productive. In the morning, I did my shopping at stores that get crowded later in the day on Saturdays; in the afternoon, I went shopping with Sterling, and found the most wonderful skirt I have ever owned.
This is a skirt in a dark green cotton fabric that is wonderfully heavy and has an amazing drape. It's a wrap skirt, so it swirls when I walk. And the color. It is the color of Seattle in the fall, I kid you not. The exact color i see when I dream of Seattle and the air is crisp and cool and smells like apples.
(And also, I bought underwear, which would not bear mentioning except one pair has "Love" "Happiness" "Kindness" and other such words on it. Such warm and generous underwear. I had to have a pair.)
I'm about set up to go to Iowa next week. I'm excited to see a bunch of old friends and spend the weekend in varying state of inebriation, and there's been a new development--I may get a chance to see Muk! I'm excited about this, because usually we're about 3500 miles apart and it would be nice to take advantage of the fact that we're basically meeting in the middle. If nothing else, I'd like to take her out for dinner and/or drinks; it would be nice to see if the silly batting-eyes-at-each-other online thing we have going on translates into real chemistry in person. My guess is that it will, but I'm not 100% on my guesses.
But, yeah. I'll be online from the con; I have to be, since I'm actually working for a couple of hours every morning. I set up my laptop to work with my digital camera tonight, so there may even be pictures from the con for all to see.
The only thing that's left to do is decide which outlandish outfits I'm going to wear (and which, more importantly, will fit in my luggage!).

There are so many women who are so very beautiful.
So many women who i want to go up to and say, "You are precious. Your eyes are stars and your skin is warm silk. Your voice, your cleverness, your wit and your courage all astound me. I want to kiss you, starting at your toes and ending at your lips and making detours in between until you've had enough and we've laughed our way all the way to the pale light in the east."
But, well, I'm shy; and I'm also afraid to make a such a proposition for fear that it would change something between us. I'm still unable to tell who is going to say yes and who is going to say, "It's a lovely proposition, but no" and who is going to never speak to me again. These are the things that I worry about; that my flirting will be taken as a proposition for something much larger and more troublesome than I mean it to be. I am not looking for relationships; at the most, I'll be a stunt girlfriend for a while. And, you know, I deal with rejection pretty well, since I know I'm not exactly to everyone's taste.
Still. I prefer not to lose friends just because I've told them that if I ever got a chance, I'd like to get naked with them, you know?

I've started taking pictures again; I've come up with osme pretty good ones lately.
I took a picture of myself sans makeup were my eyes were very light green. And one of the better pictures of me that I've taken recently--looking down, holding my bangs out of my eyes. There is a spider who's built a web in the pine tree outside my back door every day for a month; I finally got a good picture of the web with the spider in it today. And, finally, what early fall looks like on my front stoop.
okay, time for bed. I should get a somewhat early start tomorrow--I've got cookies to bake!
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