You know those people who continuously have massive drama falling on them - the people who seemingly through no fault of their own have just the worst luck - always at the wrong place at the wrong time. Unfailing tragedy. When you see these people, it occurs to you at some point that as helpless as they might seem, they bring it on themselves ( Read more... )

Know why my housemates are the awesomest?
Because they would buy me tampons from the store if I asked!!

Hug them next time you see them!

Okay LJ, this is where you help me out. This is where I vent to you and you're supposed to diffuse my anger and frustration with the world ( Read more... )

ladies shouting obscenities and throwing dice ( Read more... )

Last night I did it. I erected and maintained a blazing magnificence.

Seriously, I made a fire . I have harnessed the power of Pele. If it were my will, I could scorch the earth. My fires are the only things that burn hotter and brighter than my love ( Read more... )

My bones. My bones are cold. My teeth are cold. My hair is cold.

I was built all wrong. I have these long limbs and should be in some warm tropical climate, but I also have this fair skin that is so prone to skin cancer, so I have to avoid the sun. Not fair at all.

I wish I were in a hot tub right now.

And another post is inspired by the tedium of terminal hold and Wal-Mart radio. Not much to update with. I’ve been my usual busy self, trying to get settled in both the new house and a new set of confusing emotions (your eyerolls don’t hurt me). For a while there, all I could manage to do once I got home was to walk immediately to the fireplace ( Read more... )

Consider me moved. This past weekend, with the help of some awesome friends, I got all my stuff into the new house. It has been affirmed that I am a hopeless packrat ( Read more... )

To see some thing or some system working effectively at its peak level of organization is just my favorite. I continue to strive for and be impressed by efficiency. I remember sitting at the counter at a greasy spoon in San Francisco (Dottie’s), and watching the methodical fury and seemingly effortless precise timing that went into each meal ( Read more... )

This past weekend was a pleasant one. I spent Friday night alone. Cooked some food, cleaned some house, and watched some movies. Nice. Saturday I slept late & went to the gym. That night, Conchita, Wendy, Chris B, Mamina & I saw the Elvis Impersonator Finals at Isle of Capri. God, was that fun. They had every kind of Elvis you could imagine ( Read more... )