On another note, I've created a diary that is more public than this one, simply because it deals strictly with my crafting.

TheSelana

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I'm on my way to setting up my own domain, at which point, things are going to change slightly for me. As it stands, I am currently keeping 3 personas online. Here, where I am still the frozen-vodka you know and love. Ink_Faery, where I tame it down for family and friends in the real world, so as not to freak them out with the occassional baring of my soul that I do here. And finally, TheSelana, where I am slowly posting the results of my growing artsy/crafty business. Yes, there is a business slowly sprouting. I just finished the final detail touches on a throw pillow for a girl that saw me working on a Tim Burton themed pillow for a swap, wanted something similar, and offered to pay my $40 plus materials for it. How could I pass it up? As I was working on that pillow, and finishing up a blouse for a Pirate themed swap on Craftster, one of my co-workers practically had a kitten over it, and between spasms of (what I considered mis-placed) glee, she begged me to make her one just like it. I refused, saying that if I'm making something for someone specific, I couldn't copy it for someone else. I pointed out some changes I could make, asked her if she would be happy with it, told her how much the materials would cost me, added in the amount of tea I would drink while making it, and tacked on $10. I was hoping it would be too much for her, and she'd say no, leaving me in peace. Apparently, $50 for a custom top wasn't nearly too much, because when I gave it to her, she tipped me another $10.

People are throwing money at me kiddies. Throwing money at me do do things I started out doing as a way to get together with new people and improve the "homemaking" skills my grandmother spent so many years trying to instill in me. Now, I'm a crafting fool, spending hour after hour with this stuff. So after talking to a couple friends, I've named my little side project (after all, I need SOMETHING to put on the labels for these things I'm making!

Then again, I don't want to become overwhelmed with trying to keep up all these different diaries. So I wanted to give you a loose schedule at what I'm looking at:

In the next couple of months, I will have purchased my domain, and I will begin to phase out my crafty diary. Once all of the information is transferred to my domain, TheSelana will cease to be. This could take anywhere from a month, to a year, depending on how busy I get, how much the people I get to design my website lag, and how long it takes me to transfer all of my archived stuff. Since I'm so active on Craftster, I need to keep something up to date even while I transfer my archived stuff. Of course, there is the whole time period while I tweak links, move things around, organize the entire shebang.

Once I clear out my crafty diary, my LiveJournal will be the next to go. Since I keep that as a generally family-safe version of an online diary, I'll be able to easily add a blog to my domain that will serve the same purpose.

frozen-vodka is one thing I can't bring myself to give up. I've got almost 600 entries, and my 3rd birthday is coming up on February 4th. 3 years in the same place, talking to many of the same people. Yeah, this? This is going nowhere. Though my face has changed a few times, and will probably change a few more. I kind of wish I had the code to my original template, I'd go retro-vodka for my birthday.

I also wish I had the cash to buy a gold in time for my birthday. I'd pimp it out old school. Let all these newbies know about the awesome-ness of the frozen-vodka.

*tents her fingers and laughs*

I’ll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you’ll only show me far arden again.
I’m surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with a belt
Haven’t I been through enough? she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It’s catholic heaven
I have an ancient indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.