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Margaret Warden
22 August 2010 @ 10:47 pm
I like change., Maybe a little too much. So anyway, new journal, for no reason other than for the fuck of it. Yeah. marzipan_yumyum 

long live taco salad
Margaret Warden
21 August 2010 @ 08:56 pm
How do you know for sure? I mean, how do you really know?

The word love has come out of my mouth so many times before. Sometimes I really thought it was love, sometimes I really wanted it to be love, and sometimes I knew that it wasn't...But I said it anyway. I've even been married (and still am though legally separated). So how do I know if it's real? My symptoms include but are not limited to:
The inability to think about anyone else in a romantic manner: Sure, I still think about other people as far as attraction, and sometimes even in a sexual manner, but not romantic-ly. I even have those stupid awake-dreams where I sit and think up situations, like buying a house and having children with this person.
The inability to forget: Usually, when a relationship ends, it's not long before my mind is elsewhere. Sometime consuming hobby, or loads and loads of casual sex- and pretty soon any romantic inclinations fade away. This person and I have not broken up, we haven't even been together, yet I can not focus my main attentions on much of anything else.
Faithfulness: In the early stages of this...whatever it is... I tried to just let it go and move on. I continued my usual sex routine and even dated (and almost moved in with) a guy from town. But even while with him, my mind was on this other person. And pretty soon, I didn't want to be with him anymore. I didn't want to move in with him. Now, I will not have sex, with ANYONE because I feel as though it is cheating (even though this person and I are not dating).
Stupidity: I will say the most stupid, cheesiest things, in public. Things that make people give you a double take. I am in that state of clumsy, stupid, bewildered, mind melting, brains to mush coma. My intelligence has diverted to little more than romantic-comedy soup. Sweet, savory, love soup. O.o
Lapses of time: This obsession has been going on since last year, and slowly growing worse and worse.
Lack of independence: I rely completely on this person. I used to make up my own mind. When did that change? And did it change for the better?

Ok, end of stupid, pointless, cheesy post. It's better than the anti-religious emo-fest I was originally going to post. So yeah....

Margaret Warden
17 August 2010 @ 11:46 pm
also, (one more time) you need to go here and rp with us. http://community.livejournal.com/coyote_gulch/
Margaret Warden
17 August 2010 @ 10:50 pm
oh, also, i change my aim to marzipanmegamart. add me. NOW!
Margaret Warden
17 August 2010 @ 10:45 pm
Today I made a wedding dress.

Yes a wedding dress.


Well it started with a baby blanket. I felt overly crafty and creative today, and decided to finish a baby blanket that I started for a preggo friend. Then I made two more baby blankets for two other friends who have gotten knocked up since I started the first one.

Then I decided to watch tv, but I don't really like tv, so I never really find anything decent to watch if criminal minds is not on. Sooo...by chance or accident I started watching "Say yes to the dress".

These women try on hundreds of thousand dollar designer gowns, complaining about little details that are easily fixed or just not important, and for the most part, the dresses are terrible ugly. I don't like all the glitsy glamy stuff on a wedding dress. I don't know, I always invisioned that if I ever got married I would wear something simple, maybe even super-simple, like something off of Forest Gump.

Irritated with the women on the show and bored with television, I went and got my craft box out. I dug out 3 yards of a white fabric with a crinkly texture and made a dress, with an empire waist and soft pleating. It's see-through, and would have to be worn with a slip, but it cost all of 15 dollars in materials, and about 3 1/2 hours to make. So yeah. In your face designer wedding gowns.