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stars, stuff, and rambling on... ~ August 11, 2002 - 12:36 a.m. I just came back from a meteor-watching party, at tom and valerie's house down the road, so I am very mellow and starry-eyed... my possessions are all over the floor of the log building living room, as I sort and reorganize. I slogged through all the papers and old mail tonight, throwing boxes full into the recycling bin. weird artifacts from the cold season spent with what's-his-face kept popping up. I find I don't even want to say his name lately. I'm cleansing, ridding my life of the unneccesary detritus. I've gotten rid of a lot of the things he bought for me. and he bought me a lot of things. some things I'm keeping, of course. things I can't afford to replace, like the motorcycle gear. things I just really, really like. like the lamp. the sparkly jeans. but much of the rest is finding its way into the freebox. I sold the volkswagen bus to dawn just before I left for port townsend. weight, releasing. my friend mark's going to help me get my motorcycle down to the mechanic tomorrow. that's one of the last big headaches. after that, there's only money to worry about. and you know, money will happen. it always does. and firedance, that happens too. I'm looking forward.
(((rings))) |