Well blog, I'm baaaack. I had to take a little locked blog vacation, I was just getting a little too paranoid. Now I've calmed down and realized that I think it's going to be alright. Managing bipolar disorder with it's accompanying paranoia, and that compounded by the innate paranoia of the internet, well, it's just a little too much sometimes, I think.
But I enjoy this blog, and I enjoy the tumblr, too, but they are different creatures, and work in different ways. I'm not altogether ready to shut this blog down, because then all of the personal blah blah that I put here just gets leaked in other places. It's an outlet, it helps me, let that be that. And done with.
So many subtle textures in the shredded wallpaper, the lumber and springs.
I wonder why things don't resonate so much as real until I put them on the internet. Is that a generational thing? I did not experience the internet until I was in college, until I was about 19. Why am I so addicted to it now? Is it a sort of safe form of exhibitionism?
I have decided I am going to be "The Internet" for Halloween. Hopefully I can grab one of those American Apparel unitards before they go out of business. I am so excited for this costume, it is going to be quite labor intensive, but hey, have glue gun, will travel. I'm glad I've saved so many of these wires that Giblets has bitten through, because they will find new homes as part of my headdress.