it’s nice to have cool things to plug that have to do with my friends. my friend don recently offered up his sweet ass house to have this short film shot in it. it has some horror elements to it and i have been made privy to an excellent recipe for fake blood, if anyone is interested.

i’ve never been quite sure of the meaning of the word venerable, and yet i do not feel particularly inclined to look it up.

what was so different about my life in new york that made me feel as though i have about 75% more free time than i do now? was it living alone? not having a puppy? a teeny tiny commute? i wonder about this all the time as i lament not feeling like i have time for things like posting and regular communicating. about 5 or 6 weekends ago i walked around staunton shooting pictures of the town to create a sort of photo essay on where i live. have i posted it yet? gotten my pictures formatted? scraped together some captions? no, none of the above.

after joining gold’s i resolved to make it worth the money and set a goal for myself to go 3-4 times per week. i think that’s reasonable – realistic and feasible. the past three afternoons i have been kicking my own ass on a stairmaster machine that actually consists of an escalator like set of steps that moves kind of like a treadmill. it’s not super tall – maybe 3-4 feet high – but it varies speed and i guess steepness to create an incredibly challenging workout. interesting that i have a love/hate relationship with a machine.

i’m really into soup right now. i’m such a phasal (is that a word?) eater.

that blahblahblah random (drunk) post last weekend was based on my random (drunk) need to pick little fights with todd stemmed in my extreme insecurity about a girl he slept with last year after we started long distance dating but before we had any kind of exclusivity. i hatehateHATE the fact that i am insecure at all because there is no rationality to it, but then i get a drink or two in me and i am the nuttiest girl in the universe. i am so happy and content in my relationship; the whole thing has a dr jekyll and mr hyde bent to it that i find extremely unttractive (in myself). wonder if it really is the whole thing where if i don’t have something to stress about, i need to invent something. or pull something irrelevant out of the past and harp on it, as it were.

there are no male employees at my school, save the 3 custodians. i wonder what the psychological ramifications of being surrounded by estrogen for eight hours a day is. then i re-read posts like that one and wonder if the answer isn’t ragingly, hormonally clear.

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