Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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She's about your age, not much older than you are, she's thirty. I must admit, that one struck, it run like the rap of a mallet upon bronze, moreso perhaps because it came from my mother. Not negatively, just jarring. If this is what the mid-twenties are like, then fuck yeah, I've arrived and it's better than anything that came before. I think people age badly because they don't learn how to sit in their skin as it changes. Then, as time wears on, nostalgia changes the past that sucked into something to be desired again. I am acutely interested in progress and growth, because it is how life operates. I am also fascinated by endings, but am distinctly unconcerned with my own. Once it happens, my opinion won't matter much anymore except as it rests in those that remain. Growth. Progress.

Time is slipping by with frightening speed. the Vegan Pirate will be up and running within three weeks, the auditions for The Untold Crimes of Insomniacs is next saturday, and the webcomic gets closer and closer to actual regular e-publication. I got a message from Y^2 on Saturday. She mentioned she was hanging out with Beth (also an oboist, weird, neh?) and that she wanted to see me. It didn't make any sense, because I had seen her recently and Beth was arriving on a Thursday, but Saturday isn't near Thursday. And then, by logical deduction, I realised I hadn't seen her since Wednesday and yet it had felt like a day, tops. The pace of things right now is almost... terrifying. Erin was right, self-directed goes faster than anything else.

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Currently Listening: Bubba Sparxxx - Comin Round (song d/l) Hip Hop & Country warnings