My latest non-relationship made me question the way I exhibit my sexuality. I started thinking about it a while ago, and finally figured out the gap between who I am, sexually, and how I show it. Or rather, that I don't show it, and it's a very negative inhibition to have when you're with a person you really care about. Even if that person can't ( Read more... )

I listened to Vast's April for the first time today.

I'm just going to go ahead that Jon Crosby must snort a lot of cocaine. Sure, there are other reasons why he seems to have a bigger and meaner sinus infection with every album, but the narcotics argument works pretty well to explain why his music has pretty much all it's original creativity.

Ah,

On Paula Abdul:
Mom: Wow. She was born in '62, so she's already 40.
Dad: She's 46.
Me: um.
Mom: Oh. She's just a few years younger than me.
Me: You're 42.
Dad: She's older.
Mom: Oh.

I stayed up until three in the morning last night, refusing to let myself fall asleep until I was sure that closing my eyes wouldn't set me into uncontrollable panic. I haven't had an anxiety attack since August, I think. I don't want another one (or three) now. Still, I've had an intensely, and inappropriately unhappy week ( Read more... )

It's just like I expected.

After a three-hour swim, following a six-hour shift at work, I am still completely exhausted this morning. Factor in that I haven't swum in months, and I woke up in the middle of the night with a rather distracting ache in my right shoulder, and that I'm am both opening and closing the restaurant today. It's going to be ( Read more... )

A while ago, I ordered a bunch of Infradig albums. Three CDs, plus a grossly oversized t-shirt, for twenty-five bucks? Awesomeness. How can I not love a band that I once heard described as electro-funk-groove-hop?

I first heard of the band three and a half years ago, when I saw them live the last time I went to Cornerstone. God, I was probably so ( Read more... )

Hm. It's five in the morning and I've been awake for the last two and a half hours ( Read more... )

I feel vague disgust at myself today.

I don't want to talk about it.

I can't describe how I feel.

Maybe I shouldn't talk about it, then. I'll talk about tomorrow. It's going to be a crazy day.

Up at five for my last day at work. It was the first more or less non-shitty job I've ever had and I think I'm going to miss it a little, especially considering that the next job I'm going to have to get very, very soon, will ( Read more... )

I'm leaving.