"snow can wait, i forgot my mittens"
Dec. 6th, 2003 12:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starfrostingTonight is Hot Chocolate, a party hosted by Squirm (our campus sex-positive erotic zine) and I simply don't know what to wear! Jeans and boots with my nipples x-ed out in gaffing tape? Fishnet stockings, black heels, my harness and a bra? Oh my. I feel sorta dumb now for packing so utilitarian-ly; brown cord skirt and gray sweaters. Dur.
It's still snowing and it's really pretty. I am sad cos the post office just closed and, incidentally, I just found out I have two packages waiting for me! I love mail. I think I may like to be a mailman when I grow up- well, I guess actually a mailwoman- and deliver mail from a sack on my back, but then I'd be working for the government. For some reason I think that's problematic. Emma Goldman would roll in her grave.
So my list of things to do today, in chronological order of import, includes:
-Tarot
-try to finish my erotica piece
-outfit pickin'
-work! Women's Studies paper is due Wednesday! Environmental paper soon after! French, no less!
-Hot Chooolate set up, possible poetry slam, Hot Chocolate attendance and decadence
I was reading one of my favorite books ever today- Wise Child- with my coffee milk oatmeal at breakfast and it made me feel less blue. I just woke up feeling really sad and displaced today; I'm telling myself it's just residual from whatever bad dreams I had last night and am trying to shake it.
This is a not-so-riveting entry because I feel rather unriveted. Like a pair of not-so classic jeans.
It's still snowing and it's really pretty. I am sad cos the post office just closed and, incidentally, I just found out I have two packages waiting for me! I love mail. I think I may like to be a mailman when I grow up- well, I guess actually a mailwoman- and deliver mail from a sack on my back, but then I'd be working for the government. For some reason I think that's problematic. Emma Goldman would roll in her grave.
So my list of things to do today, in chronological order of import, includes:
-try to finish my erotica piece
-outfit pickin'
-work! Women's Studies paper is due Wednesday! Environmental paper soon after! French, no less!
-Hot Chooolate set up, possible poetry slam, Hot Chocolate attendance and decadence
I was reading one of my favorite books ever today- Wise Child- with my coffee milk oatmeal at breakfast and it made me feel less blue. I just woke up feeling really sad and displaced today; I'm telling myself it's just residual from whatever bad dreams I had last night and am trying to shake it.
This is a not-so-riveting entry because I feel rather unriveted. Like a pair of not-so classic jeans.
