Wednesday, August 26, 2009


So it has been some time. QUITE a bit has occurred in the past month. I am living in Lawrence, KS now. I'm moved in. My time here in this house has mostly consisted of cooking a handsome amount of food, getting unbelievably high and canoodling with my new best friend, Ms.
Felis domesticus. The rest of my free time is spent either hunting for employment, going to class, or hanging out with the Barber. My life may not be exciting, but I'm comfortable and that's fine by me.

I'm getting some new ink tomorrow. A calla lilly on my forearm. Nothing too big. Just something simple. This will be my 5th tattoo. I'm downright addicted. Pictures will be posted eventually.

I have decided to start a post card collection. It's not very big thus far but with friends from so many places, I feel like it's quite possible to have a substantial amount by the end of the year. So, I know it's not likely that many people read this, but if anyone does, send me an email to, and if I deem it safe, I'll give you my address and we can exchange post cards. And a pen-pal would be a lovely addition as well.

My voyage to Chicago was interesting. It was relaxing to say the least. I felt awfully pampered. I also made a delicious meal of shrimp scampi while I was there. I was very proud of how well it turned out. It was good to feel comfortable somewhere other than Kansas. I'll visit again soon.

I'm traveling back to Manhattan this weekend along with the Barber, carpooling and such. It's the Clumsy Cook's birthday this Monday so it will be festivities this weekend. I hope seeing my mother doesn't spark any ill-will between us. She's a firecracker.

Right now there just seems to be an endless list of things to do and I am truly moseying my way through it. I just haven't had much motivation to progress through things quickly. Cynicism can way you down a bit it seems. For now I'll just take my time as usual.

Thursday, August 6, 2009


Tomorrow is the day. I'm ecstatic at the thought of finally being reunited with the home I am truly meant to inhabit, even if only for a short while.

Packing has proved difficult. Despite the fact that for the past week my life has a been a, so to speak, garage sale, I still seem to have more material items than ever. Nonetheless, I have planned and replanned the framework for my future room in Lawrence and I believe that everything will have its own place.

I recently went to a thrift-store and there I found a gem. A piece truly crafted after my own heart and at the price of only $12.00. I felt like a thief, it was such a good deal.

Along with this bee's knees piece of furniture I also found another steal.

And to complete the thrift store deals of the week in Liz's world...

This was the last project my wonderful sewing machine every saw. I tailored this dress to fit just right. Now, the sewing machine is off to Florida. Auctioned off on ebay to someone looking for a gift for their decrepit mother. As my wondrous lover had just offered to buy my sewing machine for me in hopes that I would be able to keep it, in the last hours of the auction this wicked woman bought it right out from under his feet. Now it is gone.

I have been searching relentlessly for an affordable record player. Due to my limited budget I would like to find one that is reasonably priced but still decent in its condition. Because the player I have been using is my parents, I will have nothing to listen to my records on if I do not find one soon. Hopefully I did not waste all my good shopping karma on the three thrift store items above.

In a week I will be moving out again. I shouldn't be panic stricken as though it were my first day at college, yet, I am. I am petrified at the thought of making the fallacious choice all over again. What if I do everything incorrectly. Making the same mistake twice is one thing I often do. Probably to my demise. Every time I try and discuss my trepidation with anyone they tell me I am being too pessimistic and not to agonize over the situation. Yet, I voiced this perturbation last year and look where I ended up. I attempt to look at the positive but it's hard when I have already selected the wrong future once and to think that this will be any better of a situation is just pure ignorance. I have lost conviction in myself. I doubt all my own decisions because so far they have all led me astray. So what's to say that all the decisions I make now and in further months will lead me any closer to what I want. Which is what?

There is my obstacle. A lack of direction.