Imagine after writing this stupid blog post me not wanting to blog anymore. Eh. Almost 15 years is a long time to talk to yourself. It’s okay to get bored. Sometimes I forget that this is [myspace] and I can do whatever I want with it. I’m a pleaser, is the problem. It’s a terrible way to live.
I was crabby about having to decorate a tree yesterday and then I did it anyway and it made me so happy. I always forget. My mom had saved all the boxes of ornaments I left with her 12 years ago when I moved to New York, so opening those boxes was an unexpected gift from my past self to a future I didn’t know I’d be living. A past self with terrible taste, let’s be honest. Big and heavy and silver, very matchy-matchy. Very “Restoration Hardware garanimals.” I used to care a lot about impressing other people and I can see myself buying some of those ornaments with that in mind. I can’t imagine anyone actually being impressed, but I know that’s what I was thinking. Thank god those days are over.
It’s been dark all day, and raining, and later it will snow. Snow! What a world.