Have been for almost two weeks now, though it seemed like high fantasy around the time I made my last post. Even as we were physically printing the shirts there was that twinge of unreality, like I couldn’t believe we had actually made it this far, after all that had happened. But in the end, they got done. We put one through the wash just to make ( Read more... )

So, we got an order for some shirts. Nothing big, just a small order of about fifty something to get our feet wet. Normally this would be cause for enthusiasm and celebration, our first step in the building of our business, but this has rapidly become tempered by the harsh fact that things get a lot harder when neither of us has any fucking idea ( Read more... )

I'd be thinner, I'd be taller ( Read more... )

I've grown to cherish the little journeys of self discovery on which circumstances occasionally find me. Like so many safe deposit boxes cast open at the same time, neuroses that I think are long buried might filter back in a way that makes me wonder if they were ever gone at all. Times like these, I get to know myself all over again ( Read more... )

Not as big as some, but I was surprised how many actually were on here.

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It's funny how fast things can pile up. The last time I signed off, I had just given my car over to my insurance company to correct some unauthorized bodywork courtesy of some inattentive dope who decided that his mission for the day was to make getting to the weekend as complicated as possible for me. Well, I have my car back now, though not for ( Read more... )

It's funny how fast things can pile up. For some two weeks or so after I made my last post nothing really post worthy happened. I had both the time and the inclination but no real material. Then my motivation vanished in a personal supernova of loathing and frustration. By the time I'd recovered from that, shit had piled up to the point that a ( Read more... )

It feels so pretentious to even type it out, as if I could even remotely resemble a writer or that updating my LJ could be considered writing. But it’s true. I wanted to do a post last week. It was a pretty full weekend, it seemed like I had a lot to say, but it just felt weird to dive right in and I couldn’t think of an introductory paragraph. I ( Read more... )

I am inspired. I just feel like posting again. Partially because I want to start doing it more than once a month, but also because I seem to actually have stuff I want to say. I get like this sometimes, but for whatever reason, I don't post. This forces me to condense or some of the stuff I want to post about when I finally do get around to it when ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas ( Read more... )