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Wearing a wolf mask I didn’t know I was going to get to make today:

The other side isn’t as fancy because I spent all of my time on the left side trying to make it “right”, figuring out where the eye is supposed to go, copying/learning a little bit of how to make the teeth “accurate” with the fangs before I started to just enjoy it and it turned into an Egyptian crop circle hybrid with a silver disco confetti mane.

This fast scared big-eye side with the mountain tree teeth and snarling sperm snout is more of my inside self.

It was inspiring seeing the amazing unique masks other people made that were totally out of their own imaginations, especially a tween who made a ghostly beautiful horselike mask in mystical swirly blue colors.

There were a million reasons why I shouldn’t have gone to this free thing today to hear stories and not know I was going to make a mask, so I asked Lightning Allie if I should go to it or not. I’m glad I did and that she told me to go or I would have missed it.

I’m going to die someday and I’m not going to get everything done before then. When I stop being afraid of that, I make way better choices about how to live right now.

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My day off yesterday just happened to be the blue-est warmest day of the year so far. I did things slowly, alone, like eating lunch here:

And taking a walk:

And looking at shapes:

And being a child in a big magic outside you don’t want to interrupt for food or sleep or school or talking about things that make regular-people sense.

There was a little bit of rain (the wind is kind of loud, so you might want to turn the sound down, except then you might not be able to hear the raindrops falling in the puddles):

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I saw the walking stick guy again today. He stretched out his arms and gave me some words:

“‘How will I know I’m soaring?’ asked the feather of the wing . . . “

And then I showed someone how to get crack by playing a new popcap game on facebook.

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And now I “need” to work. Except I don’t really need to do anything because (I remind myself) nobody is going to die when I don’t finish all of the things I could not possibly finish. And since I am never going to be perfect or finish everything, I’m just going to try to live a balanced, healthy, happy life and not keep missing out on good things in favor of living the same day of ridiculous sick-making striving over and over again (or the same day of depression, overwhelmed by the everything I cannot possibly do).

Self-portraits. Delia’s at the tranny awards two states away. I’m in a bed full of books. My left leg, left arm & back are on itchy fire for no apparent reason. Oh, and my neck. Can’t complain, though. I could take a shower & see if that helps but I’m too tired for a hot water experiment potentially making it worse, so just took a benadryl instead.

I know these blog entries are kind of lame. Just been really tired after doing other work throughout the day(s). I might make tomorrow a day off for myself. Out of necessity.

It took all day & evening to finally get my poop out so I could take a shower in good conscience.

Got lots done at the computer today, but not the bloggy things. Or the special night with Delia before she goes. Super sleepy now typing this in bed.

We’ll try to do one another time that shows my eyes being blue, too.

Delia and I had an afternoon spooning session today, punctuated with some sweet sex:

I haven’t showered it off. Because I like it when my short hairs get sticky.

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Delia also cut down some branches that scraped and screeched and scratched against the cabin’s metal roof; the noise kept waking me up last night, but after she took care of it today I took a nap and didn’t hear ANYTHING! Still looking forward to catching up on some of that lost sleep. With her.

What’s a smile turned upside down? Something much jollier than a frown, I think!

Just finished paying the bills, balancing the checkbook, assessing money stuff . . . thinking we’re doing all right. January was an expensive month (like, thousands of dollars more than what we budgeted), but we survived it. We stayed warm, ate well and I feel optimistic about February and very focused.

Thank you to everybody who supports us (currently or in the past or will again in the future) as members to our sites, camshow customers, and/or contributing donations, gifts, kind words, or telling other people online about us. You help make our lives dreamy and affirm my excitement over what we’ll be able to do with ourselves and our porn sites next year if we keep our noses to the grindstone in 2012.

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Links to check out:

• this sexy post from Delia about how my feet excite her (including pics of my toes and soles)
• Lightning Allie’s super-interesting post about how being right feels nice, but being wrong is better (I hope some other people comment so as to distract from the long-winded self-centered comments I left)
• pictures of Rugaru and his friends; I hate talking on the phone so I’m really glad I can see a little of what he’s up to on his blog. He’s new to blogging and twitter and stuff so if you have feedback or tips (don’t leave me in charge of showing him all the ropes!) or just some time to let him know you’re checking out where he’s at & going (if indeed you are/want to), I think he would like that.
• I deleted, added, and fixed links to some of the blogs in my sidebar. Still seems insufficient exposure to lots of our friends (and I know I’m probably missing a lot of people) but anyhoo. I really love a lot of those people!

I’m so crazy I’m holding onto this broom handle for dear life!

We tracked in a lot of fir needles and such wearing boots in the snow; time to sweep it all up!

I wrote a blog entry yesterday, but it was all crazy and depressing and exposed too much so I didn’t post it!

Why do I feel like putting an exclamation point at the end of that sentence makes me sound MORE well-adjusted instead of less?

Part of our roof and above it: so blue this morning I feel saved!

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Yesterday I also made a few little adjustments to DailyTrixie.com (not ALL the adjustments I want to make, just a few).

I’m considering making a very inexpensive members-only area on there to house fuller galleries from my little daily nudie pic shoots including outtakes and bigger versions of the pictures. It would be included as part of our network for people who join our regular sites or also be joinable singularly at $10 every three months. Something like that. I also want to make a monthly drawing people can get tickets to by leaving comments on my blog. Maybe the prizes would be access to this nudie pic site.

I’ve wanted to make cheap themed mini-sites for a long time, but I’ve also wanted to do a million other things for a long time, so let’s not hold our breath. Feedback is greatly appreciated, though. Like if that sounds cool to you, let me know!

Sorry this nudie pic of the day sucks; it would have been awesome but after futzing with settings, I noticed motion behind the neighbor’s open blinds and realized it totally looked like I was deliberately flashing her AND looking straight over at her when I was really just trying to just get more light on my face. From her vantage point she wouldn’t have been able to see Delia with the phone taking pictures, only me looking like a weird naked lady opening and closing her robe by the window on Sunday morning. That might have felt very creepy to our neighbor.

Looking disgruntled over presence of neighbor.

I kind of detest people sometimes. I have no reason to detest our neighbor or to think she has a problem with our sometimes-nude ways behind our big open windows, but having to be aware of and considerate of others just makes me want to throw my day-off plans to the wind today in order to work in order to eventually have enough money TO NOT HAVE MOTHERFUCKING NEIGHBORS. I don’t want to see/hear/smell them or be seen/heard/smelled BY them. I feel sorry for her, too, because she might feel as though she needs to keep HER blinds and shades closed so it doesn’t appear that she’s looking over here (or because she’s disgusted by us), and I don’t want anyone to feel that way. I mean, I don’t want someone to sit at their window eating popcorn and staring inside our house either, but I don’t want to embarrass someone or gross someone out/make them uncomfortable or make someone feel pressure to avert her gaze when she’s trying to relax in her home.

I can’t wait for spring and some of the foliage and vines to leaf out and make things SLIGHTLY more private over here.