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fatrockstar) wrote2005-03-22 11:07 pm
fatrockstar) wrote2005-03-22 11:07 pm
I used a cut because I wanted to.
Mer.
Merrr.
MeRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
dammit.
I hate those nights where I'm at home, I think I'm bored, but there are a lot of things I could be doing. Instead of doing any of those things I sit at my computer and obsessively read blogs while I pretend to listen to NPR.
Looking around my hobby room I see at least five things that would do me good to interact with. Right above my 'puter keyboard is my Yamaha keyboard, all hooked up and ready-to-go thanks to my Gifts-Buy-Your-Love-Coz-Mom-Said-So husband. Going clockwise around the room I see more cool stuff...
My guitars & music stand with song/lesson book.
Random messes in corners of things I have no idea what to do with, but feel like I can't throw away.
A stack of moving boxes with more of the same, in varying degrees of emptyness.
My closet containing (but not limited to) two tubfuls of Barbies and their effects (one is for the standard play dolls, the other is for the My Scene line. I'm strange).
An exercise ball.
My clay table. It has a half-completed stick-incense holder that is blue with a sun/moon motif started on it in clay.
A stack of CD's I bought to replace the ones that were stolen. I still have to rip them into mp3's so I can carry copies with me instead of the originals.
...which brings me back to my computer desk with the two keyboards. On the shelf above my monitor there's the best flatbed scanner that ever lived, waiting to scan the rest of the century of family photos (now stuck in the closet with my two tubs of Barbie dolls).
There's a lot to do, I don't want to do any of it. In the time it has taken to write this I have become tired. I want to go to bed. So away I go. Good night.
Merrr.
MeRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
dammit.
I hate those nights where I'm at home, I think I'm bored, but there are a lot of things I could be doing. Instead of doing any of those things I sit at my computer and obsessively read blogs while I pretend to listen to NPR.
Looking around my hobby room I see at least five things that would do me good to interact with. Right above my 'puter keyboard is my Yamaha keyboard, all hooked up and ready-to-go thanks to my Gifts-Buy-Your-Love-Coz-Mom-Said-So husband. Going clockwise around the room I see more cool stuff...
My guitars & music stand with song/lesson book.
Random messes in corners of things I have no idea what to do with, but feel like I can't throw away.
A stack of moving boxes with more of the same, in varying degrees of emptyness.
My closet containing (but not limited to) two tubfuls of Barbies and their effects (one is for the standard play dolls, the other is for the My Scene line. I'm strange).
An exercise ball.
My clay table. It has a half-completed stick-incense holder that is blue with a sun/moon motif started on it in clay.
A stack of CD's I bought to replace the ones that were stolen. I still have to rip them into mp3's so I can carry copies with me instead of the originals.
...which brings me back to my computer desk with the two keyboards. On the shelf above my monitor there's the best flatbed scanner that ever lived, waiting to scan the rest of the century of family photos (now stuck in the closet with my two tubs of Barbie dolls).
There's a lot to do, I don't want to do any of it. In the time it has taken to write this I have become tired. I want to go to bed. So away I go. Good night.