Burned...

Sep 07, 2005 19:50

...not burnt, not out, not down, just burned ( Read more... )

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mad flava alcoholickitten September 8 2005, 01:54:33 UTC
Haha. I totally forgot you were an LJ ho!! And sorry for not mentioning your wonderful ass in my entry. I was running on pure coffee diesel and wasn't thinking straight. Though after that entry I've thought of so much more to add, so you'll definately be in my upcoming amendment.

When did you get yourself out of the crappiest little city in the world? I'm hoping it was monday sometime.

I've already mentioned this, but I'm so glad to have met you, and even happier that you entered the life of my best friend. You're tops ;)

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bassnectarine September 8 2005, 02:03:26 UTC
I just popped open one of those Wittekerke white beers left over from the burn and there was playa dust in my first sip. What a sweet taste of home for a girl stranded in shit-ass San Diego.

An image from our city that made me think of you:

... )

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drkludge September 9 2005, 21:37:11 UTC
I miss you. Being back is harder than expected.Likewise. I miss you, and the Playa, and everything about it. I'm adjusting more quickly than I thought I would to being back, mostly by forcing myself to reach out to the peeps who are still around (a sadly dwindling number) and trying to get myself busy as quickly as possible ( ... )

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bassnectarine September 10 2005, 07:43:08 UTC
I've been trying to bring BRC back with me, but it's hard when I'm stranded in San Diego and everything around me, especially after life on the playa, seems false and fake and materialistic to the very core. I'm not the type to get over things easily, and unfortunately, I am the type who idealizes what I've had to the point where it becomes impossible to recover from. That's not saying that this is any harder than anything else I've been through, just that I wasn't prepared to be facing it again. The difficulty in my situation lies in the fact that I spend most of my time with a 9 month old. The most he can do is gurgle and occasionally giggle and make baby noises, but my mind basically has hours and hours to think while I'm at work because I'm not doing much else. I can't keep myself busy because there's really not much to do except watch the little guy crawl around while my mind wanders. This is the problem with being a nanny- it leaves too much time for idle (and often, unhealthy) thought ( ... )

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bassnectarine September 10 2005, 07:44:37 UTC
what with finally getting back to San Diego

Naturally, I meant getting my ass back to San Francisco. I'm a retard.

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alternakittyn September 8 2005, 02:03:31 UTC
Hopefully next year, I too will be at Camp Mad Flava. After everything I'm hearing, and all that I'm dealing with in my life right now, I really wish I had gone with, esp as I was totally unneeded at work. Lame. But yes, next year... next year no doubt.

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drkludge September 9 2005, 21:43:24 UTC
When you come, be sure you're ready to have your mind fucking blown. You know me well enough to know the degree of extreme skepticism I bring to bear on nearly everything. There's very little in life that I'm ready to say can't be summed up or described. Well, the experience of living in Black Rock City is one of those very rare things. Based on my experience there, I'd say that no matter what expectations you bring, they will be smashed within the first two days.

This is, of course, all the more reason to go.

And there's a chance I may not be with Camp Mad Flava next year. If my proselytizing goes well -- and to be fair, a year's a long time to sustain the excitement -- there may very well be a sizeable Desert Rat contingent.

Whatever happens, thanks for you hospitality in San Diego, and for everything that stems from it, and here's looking forward to seeing you soon, on the Playa if not before.

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