new year, for real

@"The Underground" with my two curly companions, not in London- but in Hermosa, so much white trash with so much money and so so much style....

it definitely feels new. i know that time is just a convention, but there is something about the 365 days slowly passing us by and as the clock strikes midnight we change, back into Cinderella, back into our old habits, back in to time. but this year i am making changes, like real changes and not just hypothetical revolution resolution day dreams.

i realized just how fast time flies when i walked into Woody's today, my local friendly laundromat where my Oaklandish buddies are a sight for the eyes and ears, an entertaining little nook if you forget for a split moment that it is, in fact, a laundromat. But back to my point... Woody's changed. They walled up a whole section of it, where the change machines were just a few weeks ago.... or maybe its been way longer since I've washed my things. And where was I not to notice that my favorite little place around the corner is remodeling? And in the day there are not enough hours, I decided that this morning as I was sweating violently in my step class(yes another new year's resolution on its way, hope i keep this one up though) i just find myself full of lists lists lists. and where is the time?

and friends are moving away to far away countries, and others are getting married, having babies, making money, having a career.... and i am just content in my cosy pink room filled with scented candles and craving to be used paint brushes.

i find myself so caught up in thinking so much of what i ought to be doing that i feel that i am missing out on actually doing! like, reading for example. i have had the hardest time getting through just one book the past few months or so, when i can easily be indulging myself in a dozen at a time.

some thing's on my mind....
i suppose what i really miss is my little group of people. i always seemed to have one, whether it was in Palos Verdes, or San Francisco, or Dublin.... its been strange to find my people again. where are they? do i scare them away? i feel that the new people i've been meeting just don't do it for me, i prefer to spend time on my own instead of with people who really make me choke every time a word comes out of them.... choke.

still reading the old stuff....
and looking for new stuff, suggestions welcomed.
back to my warm abode in this freezing city and on for another fashionable day at work, oh the glamorama.