busy busy busy. constant virgo lists running through my head these days... keep, sell, trash. keep, sell, trash... desperately trying to fit 5 years of my life into boxes, wondering how many i'll need and what that says about who i am. defining myself through my materialism- what to hold on to. what to let go of. time to move on.

the haunting drone of the yakimo truck plays in the background, calling scarves and sweaters out from their summer hibernations... i'm chilly. i sold my warm clothes. wrap me up in blankets and stuff me under a kotatsu.
5 years in asia this month. that's one fifth of my life. how will it stay with me? has it touched me so permanently? can anyone be so impermeable? what parts of japan will i keep and what will i let go of?
inhale and exhale of culturelanguagepeople...

introspective thoughts
from reds and browns of autumn
change is quarterly

why is it that coffee makes me sleepy?

uh oh... 749am, finising off a soberuppizza... can i mske it to matts game? do i want to? do i need to? soooooo sleepy. not 17-and-scoring anymore; can't deal.

danced so hard i sweat and broke my shoe.

my kat went completely insane yesterday when i brought in a stray tom with big balls. she obviously doesn't like big balls as much as i do.

SEPTEMBER NEWS:
my man got older, whole new age bracket, happy 30th bday sexy!
i got older too. a quarter of a century. not that painful.
here are some pics from my amazing bday at the beach, we had live music, campfires and, of course, wicked bday sex!
Oh, and i had *three* birthday cakes!
YAY ME. and thank you anna, flo and j for the cakes.

(yes, now i am a little chubbers, but satiated!)

And thanks for all the great pressies and cards and emails and phone calls!
big hugs and kisses from 25 year old me.