Sep. 11th, 2006
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Sep. 11th, 2006 10:04 amToday is a 'Dorian' day - and I REALLY like it. It's mellow and warm and just all-around yummy.
Lab's desc: The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself. Inspired by and created for my beloved Tedwin: my eternal, beautiful, wicked Dorian Gray. Refined, elegant, and lovely, with a noble bearing and seemingly gentle air. This blend is an artful deception: a sweet gilded blossom lying over a twisted and corrupted core. A Victorian fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
Yeah. This one goes on the 5ml wishlist.
Lab's desc: The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself. Inspired by and created for my beloved Tedwin: my eternal, beautiful, wicked Dorian Gray. Refined, elegant, and lovely, with a noble bearing and seemingly gentle air. This blend is an artful deception: a sweet gilded blossom lying over a twisted and corrupted core. A Victorian fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
Yeah. This one goes on the 5ml wishlist.
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Sep. 11th, 2006 10:06 amIn other news, relating to last night's rather long and depressing post...
Thank you for the comments. I'm surprised by the depth of the hurt right now, so I haven't really responded. [And it's been a long time since I've cried myself to sleep.] In the interest of keeping my composure at work, I'm going to rather skirt the issue for now. But again, thank you.
Thank you for the comments. I'm surprised by the depth of the hurt right now, so I haven't really responded. [And it's been a long time since I've cried myself to sleep.] In the interest of keeping my composure at work, I'm going to rather skirt the issue for now. But again, thank you.
Well, you can see the carpet again, for the most part. No alien spores or carnivorous mold attacked me, either, which I will take as a good sign.
Just spent 2 hours sorting the stuff piled up on my dresser and the floor in front of it, and making some haphazard cramming into the closet. I still have a tupperware full of 'homeless' items, due to the use of 2 closet shelves for notebooks. This will change at some point. Really. About 2/3 of what I "sorted" was File-13'd into a large trash bag, because it was all mail solicitation, old printouts, and 'I'll get to it later' paperwork, packing slips, etc. All the stuff you don't automatically pitch. Another, smaller sack is old receipts needing shredding. I have a drawer full of them that will be added to that bag. (Actually, shredding is time-consuming. I may just use them as kindling at the next camping event or whenever we pull out the Weber, whichever comes first. There's probably 3 years' worth between the drawer and the sack.)
At least there's LESS for Mom to bitch at me about in my room. The office still needs work - the 2 tupperware I have empty need to be filled with my fabric stash, I probably need another 2 tupperware for larger SCA items, and old books of Dad's that I was hesitant to pitch before are now thoroughly inconvenient because I need the SPACE so badly. (Nothing fancy-old, just some various paperbacks, etc; we're saving the stuff he actually published, of course, and any signed editions, but there's an entire closet shelf dedicated to old magazines that really just don't mean anything to me or Mom, other than the fact that Dad collected them for a long time.) The grander plan for the office is also to get the filing cabinet OUT of the closet and into the hallway temporarily (read: the next 2 years or so), as Mom is the only one using it. I have my own rinky-dink aluminum 2 drawer for what little filing I get around to doing. That will open up almost 2/3 of one side of the closet for tupperware'd and boxed items that are just piled in some semblance of order on the floor right now. Fweedle. It's a slow process; baby steps.
Narf. Awooga. My brain seems to have shut down. Later, all.
Just spent 2 hours sorting the stuff piled up on my dresser and the floor in front of it, and making some haphazard cramming into the closet. I still have a tupperware full of 'homeless' items, due to the use of 2 closet shelves for notebooks. This will change at some point. Really. About 2/3 of what I "sorted" was File-13'd into a large trash bag, because it was all mail solicitation, old printouts, and 'I'll get to it later' paperwork, packing slips, etc. All the stuff you don't automatically pitch. Another, smaller sack is old receipts needing shredding. I have a drawer full of them that will be added to that bag. (Actually, shredding is time-consuming. I may just use them as kindling at the next camping event or whenever we pull out the Weber, whichever comes first. There's probably 3 years' worth between the drawer and the sack.)
At least there's LESS for Mom to bitch at me about in my room. The office still needs work - the 2 tupperware I have empty need to be filled with my fabric stash, I probably need another 2 tupperware for larger SCA items, and old books of Dad's that I was hesitant to pitch before are now thoroughly inconvenient because I need the SPACE so badly. (Nothing fancy-old, just some various paperbacks, etc; we're saving the stuff he actually published, of course, and any signed editions, but there's an entire closet shelf dedicated to old magazines that really just don't mean anything to me or Mom, other than the fact that Dad collected them for a long time.) The grander plan for the office is also to get the filing cabinet OUT of the closet and into the hallway temporarily (read: the next 2 years or so), as Mom is the only one using it. I have my own rinky-dink aluminum 2 drawer for what little filing I get around to doing. That will open up almost 2/3 of one side of the closet for tupperware'd and boxed items that are just piled in some semblance of order on the floor right now. Fweedle. It's a slow process; baby steps.
Narf. Awooga. My brain seems to have shut down. Later, all.