4 in the morning. What the hell am I doing still awake? How often do I have to contemplate this question? Why can I never sleep? Grrr...

A haiku:

Buddha said to me,
"You are gonna get nothing,
And you will like it."

I used to run with a "gang". I use quotes, because it was really a legal technicality. In Sunnyvale, 4 people or more roaming the streets at night was considered a "gang", and we were a pack of 7 on a slow night. When my friends found this out, they decided that the "gang" needed a name, and we became the CSB. I am not going to reveal the meaning ( Read more... )

My life generates very little drama. It doent give me much to write about. I have a job I am bored of, so I dont like to think about it when I am not actually doing it. I go out and I do stuff, but when I try ot write about it, it just seems so dull. What do I do when I am not at work? I spent 3 weeks sculpting. Thats all you get. Meeting adjourned

I've been watching Muppet Show lately. I have a complete archive on my computer, thanks to elevatordown. One of my favorite surreal moments is from the episode with Marisa Berensen skipping around a dollhouse interior set dressed as a child in a pink dress singing "You're Always Welcome at Our House" as she reveals the bodies of the victims in the song. It ( Read more... )

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Sometimes I forget how many friends I have. Dave, Morgan, Brandon, William, Meghan, Jenny, Geoff, Jeremy, Mary, Seth, Paula, Jennifer, Irish, Audrey, Mike, Russ, Nick, Dean, Sammy, Walkingstick, Keeler, Judy, Piers, Stuart the Girl, Jason, Jim, Eric, Ken, Daniel, Natalia, Bill, Tamera, Mom and Jan all showed up to spend the afternoon and evening ( Read more... )

There are some friends on my list whose email I don't have. This is the mass-invitation to my birthday barbeque on September 11th. It's a Sunday, and I figure I won't be in any mood to have anybody arount till about 2. It will go till I get sick of all y'all, and kick you out ( Read more... )

I grind my teeth. It is a nervous habit, like chewing on figernails (which I dont do any more) or cracking knuckles (which I dont do anymore... much). But apparently my mighty jaws only took a year to chew through a ceramic crown. My dentist says they are going to have to have metal in the next one. Fine by me. Last week I think it broke, but it ( Read more... )

I cut a new hole in my belt. Yay.

Slowly the parts of me I do not accept as me melt away. If I can do it to my mind, dammit I can do it to my body. I just need to keep up on the midnight walks, and wrestling with the Bowflex.