Don't Ask Me
Mar. 17th, 2006 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisPublic Image Limited....just added to iGor. That's a most excellent video, too. I need to resume the creation of my database as I have been a total slacker in that regard, among others.
::sigh::
So I guess I'm back from my very brief respite from LJ. I was never upset with the person who called me an attention whore; rather, I was (and am) more upset with myself. I suppose anyone who has an online journal has attention issues up to a point, but I'd like to think that I am not pathological in my need for attention. I'd like to think that the main purpose of this journal is to document my days, my thoughts, and whatever else that may my spring to my attention. I know that there are folks out there who journal for the singular affirmation by others that they exist. Such people irritate me, more so than perhaps they should because maybe I see myself in such characters a bit more than I'd care to admit. It's something to think about. Until I figure it out or admit it to myself, I'll continue to debate that and other such things here on the Cliffs of Insanity, much to the misfortune of anyone who may encounter this journal.
Aunt Tudi and I went to Asheville today for our last visit to TS Morrisons. It's hard to believe that the oldest store in Asheville is closing, but this is more proof that nothing is lasting but change. Once Morrisons closes, I wonder what shop will inherit the title of "Oldest Store in Asheville." As John Lydon says, "don't ask me, I don't know."
::sigh::
So I guess I'm back from my very brief respite from LJ. I was never upset with the person who called me an attention whore; rather, I was (and am) more upset with myself. I suppose anyone who has an online journal has attention issues up to a point, but I'd like to think that I am not pathological in my need for attention. I'd like to think that the main purpose of this journal is to document my days, my thoughts, and whatever else that may my spring to my attention. I know that there are folks out there who journal for the singular affirmation by others that they exist. Such people irritate me, more so than perhaps they should because maybe I see myself in such characters a bit more than I'd care to admit. It's something to think about. Until I figure it out or admit it to myself, I'll continue to debate that and other such things here on the Cliffs of Insanity, much to the misfortune of anyone who may encounter this journal.
Aunt Tudi and I went to Asheville today for our last visit to TS Morrisons. It's hard to believe that the oldest store in Asheville is closing, but this is more proof that nothing is lasting but change. Once Morrisons closes, I wonder what shop will inherit the title of "Oldest Store in Asheville." As John Lydon says, "don't ask me, I don't know."
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Date: 2006-03-18 02:49 pm (UTC)