Saw Rasputin at Disneyland yesterday. He was wearing a hideous yellow and blue striped polo shirt. It also transpired that the strange looking truck with Colorado plates and a doghouse plus other assorted weirdness inside the camper shell parked right next to us was his ( Read more... )

Burn baby burn burn burn!

I should drink less. Hangovers suck ( Read more... )

Just as it is physically impossibly for Skwisgaar and Toki to play slowly, I have come to the conclusion that it is physically impossible for me to write anything nice. I try. I really do. Somehow it always morphs into something else, and so I wrote this about my inability to write nice things.
( arrrgh )

Well, I am attempting to write again, but I've not gotten anything coherent thus far... just a sea of lines that need such reworking that it hurt to write them down, even though it's so I won't forget them. I hate hate hate putting unfinished shit down but as I don't have the time to sit down and work through it that's my only option. I should ( Read more... )

Today was by far the best Valentine's day I've ever had. I slept super late, then spent a good hour or more preening in the bathroom. There's nothing quite like a good preen session to start the day. After picking up some delectables I headed over to Jenna's, listening to Billy all the way. Whenever I go without Billy for a while and then I pop ( Read more... )

Old people's lives are dictated by things I find strange, such as fear of the rain, bible study, golf games, and whatnot. Working in Sun City with primarily retired clients, sometimes I feel like an anthropologist studying some underground subculture. It's of dire importance for them to get their pet in for a visit, but the ritual of the round of ( Read more... )

Once again things are not working out as planned, however in this case that is probably a good thing. My fire got rained on before I had a chance to light it, but now I have a river to swim in instead. We'll save emotional disaster for another day.

The experiment takes a feeble half step forward? God I hope so. I am so ready to engineer this breakdown and paint the sky with pictures only I can see. My masochism knows no bounds ( Read more... )

I am losing control of the situation, and although I am not a control freak in the slightest, this bothers me. I was supposed to have the upper hand, I was supposed to be the one in charge, and somehow that's all managed to slip away. I hate this. Time for something new, lest I forget ( Read more... )