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I am big. It's the pictures that got small.

|pink is the colour [9 January 2009|1:08a]

weedfairy
[ mood | excited ]

tonight i went to the first of my sister-in-law's baby showers. this one was huge. it was in a huge house (11,000 sq ft!) with a ton of people (almost 50!) and there were a crapload of presents (!!!...seriously). it was out of control. and a LOT of fun. i am about to burst, i am so excited about this baby :) it's the first baby in our family. i'm still looking for a card to bring to the second shower that will be at our house with the other half of the families. all of them say congratulations on your new baby, etc. but i want a card that says congratulations on OUR new baby. our family is having a baby! maybe i'll just scratch out the Y. i'm so excited! and i'm so glad it's not me :)

tomorrow night i'm having freaky, mind-blowing sex with basil. FINALLY. because we've been attempting to coordinate this since november. the last time we planned it out i canceled. because i wasn't in the mood. how weird is that? i hope nothing gets in the way of tomorrow night because i've spent all week eagerly anticipating getting fucked silly by him. i've been terrified that i'm going to start my period tomorrow, but over the course of yesterday and today i have been so horny that i've felt a bit of carnal bloodlust....so really i don't care if i do. it'll mean pink, baby-safe creampies, which i've been so enraptured with the thought of that the insides of my thighs ache from the squeezing.

it should be an awesome weekend.web stats

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|awake [8 January 2009|3:07a]

bunnyfear
good morning. my throat hurts. its chilly. gonna go tubing. ya im trying to make that a phrase. tube. hee. sleepy.
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|I know I'm gone. [7 January 2009|4:27p]

bunnyfear
[ music | coldest winter--kanye west ]

Every time I walk down the street "Street Lights" and "Amazing" by Kanye West seems to play in my head...and then eventually I have to listen to them on my Ipod.

I know Kanye West is ya know...not ya know "good" but that boy can sample the hell out of shit.

Listen to both of them....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1nMBeTukY4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUTq3tHg1eA

I'd post the lyrics to both because I like both lyrics and they both fit but its more than just the lyrics. Amazing is great to listen to as you walk down the streets and alleys with your head held high and you hear the click of your heels and you're just like...I dunno alive with.....life heh.

Street Lights is perfect looking around and envisioning the bold choices you make. For some reason I imagine the last line to be the word "fare" not "fair". I dunno why but it clicks better in my mind that way.

Oh guys if you only knew...if you only knew.


In the streets. I'm just not there in the streets. I'm just not there. Life's just not fare. See I know my destination.

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|Newbie says hi! [7 January 2009|6:29p]

addme_21_and_up

[beatnikgoth]
[ mood | creative ]

Hi gang! I'm new to DJ and need some pals, so please add me if you'd like!

I live in Portland, OR with my husband and three cats. I will be FIFTY on the last day of August - oh my god, it still hasn't sunk in. I will soon be initiated as a priest of Yemaya in the Lucumi/Santeria tradition. I podcast old bellydance music on my site, Radio Bastet - Vintage Belly Dance Music. I am also a struggling student doula with the CBI program, an amateur rootworker and graduate of cat yronwode's Lucky Mojo Hoodoo Rootwork Course, MSTie, creator of the Beatnik Goth subculture (I think? I can't be the only one - somebody prove me wrong!), political lefty, mermaid freak-a-zoid, cat wrangler, book hoarder, offbeat movie lover, neophyte knitter barely past the scarf stage, and lapsed bellydance student. In spite of all this, I am frequently bored. What can I say - I'm flawed.

For those of you over 30, I just created [info]thegeezersofdj - come join us! (And by "us" I mean "me")

Oh - I'm also beatnikgoth over at LJ.  I hope the rumors aren't true and they might be going south....

That's all for now.  Thanks, and Happy New Year!

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|Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car [7 January 2009|8:47p]

deaddamien
[ mood | sick but not quite sick enough ]

I've come down with something, but it refuses to state its full intention and my body is confused and can't keep up a fever for longer than a couple of hours. It's really annoying. Also, severe headache for which I'd like to knock back painkillers like House, except that they keep on blocking any feeble fevers I can muster and I really do want that proper fever to build so I can get over this bobdamn thing. My nose is already flaking off and my sinuses are raw and bleurgh, it's just so frustrating.

A repair I made was returned because it didn't meet the standards. Why do I always take it personally even though I really shouldn't and keep claiming I don't? Sure, there were all kinds of explanations, like attempting to do a real shitload of work in a couple of days, getting sick, white gold and low-grade diamonds in a channel setting, blah blah blah, but still poor quality is poor quality. Shut up, quit whining and fix it the way you should have the first time around.

My dishwasher did indeed die. Dad just poked at it unenthusiastically for a while, and called me the next day that he'd just bought a new one and it will be delivered probably this week. I was all liek, oh, okay, um how much was it, and he was liek, well they had this cheaper one but I didn't like that one, and then they had this really expensive one but I didn't like that one either, so I bought the five hundred euro one. To this I eloquently stammer that I actually do happen to have roughly five hundred euros to my name right now as I haven't paid my bills yet, and he goes quiet for a moment like he hadn't even thought about that bit at all. "Let's consider it a dad helping his daughter out, okay?" he says finally.

So I guess my Super Santa came, if a bit later than for others. You know, that old dishwasher was actually a pretty good one, considering that it came with the apartment when we bought the place, and is thusly roughly eighteen years old, if the previous owners got it when they renovated the place. That's some serious mileage for one small household appliance.

A couple of days ago I saw a small miracle - Iago washing Ianto's ear. Last night I spotted Ianto lying flat on the ground while Iago groomed his forehead thoroughly. Perchance there is love in the air.

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[6 January 2009|11:33p]

anonymouscynic
[ mood | sad ]

My first book of the year was The House of Mirth, by Edith Wharton. It was the kind of book that you get so wrapped up in that the feeling is hard to shake for days, and since it has such a tragic end, I have felt rather shitty since I put it down.

Ms. Wharton captures the plight of pretty things well, I think... I don't know what it's like, but I can imagine that it doesn't come without a generous handful of unpleasantness to season all those perks.

Today as I sat adrift in a sea of babbling idiotic Anatomy and Physiology students chattering about their facebook profiles and their iPod accessories, I recalled Lily Bart and the isolation she felt, being so vibrant and beautiful amidst such dull companions. I imagine it feels much the same to be smart as it does to feel beautiful, sometimes.

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|S.N.A.F.U. [6 January 2009|4:05p]

crackedmask
[ mood | depressed ]

Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, considering the general downward spiral of things. Great way to start a new year.

After a stressful and slightly confusing delay, I managed to get paid yesterday. The boss had to badger, or as he said "went to town for me", the payroll department.. which was refusing to cut my check, because I was taking vacation instead of sick leave. I never use the sick leave. It's just sitting there. What's the big deal anyway?

Well, anyway.. long story short: they finally caved and paid my first week of vacation. I, however, am not getting paid for the 2nd week.. which left me the one option of calling my mother and begging for funds to pay my bills, because I'm going to be short.

Today, I went and got my back adjusted, and as per usual, he said: "set up an appointment for a month from today. We'll see how you're holding together." Another however: I was informed that Glide Clinic is not sure they will be continuing their "comp" services after the end of this month. So now, I have to worry about whether or not I'll be able to afford health care and meds, which are an absolute necessity for me (being diabetic and asthmatic.)

Insert expletive, not vocally reiterated.

Well, I knew that I wanted to find a different job, with benefits. This now places me in the realm of "MUST HAVE", since it's the only way I'll be able to continue taking care of my diabetes.

I had intended to make this entry my New Years Resolutions list, but now, I'm just too damned upset to try to be hopeful.

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[4 January 2009|11:22p]

_alcyone_
[ mood | chipper ]

damn, i feel good.

tired, though. exhausted, actually, though heavens know i havent moved much today.
but that many hours of concentrating on not dropping 200lb.s of cardboard from 30ft up, while maneuvering 36"x39" packages into a 38"x40" space, or not hitting ANYTHING or ANYONE with the 6,000lb 4-pronged steel machine takes a toll on a persons head, you know.
it also requires alot of sitting, with which i have grown quite exasperated.

o, well. "weekend" now, huzzah!

i feel good.

i want to change myself, immediately, but am resigned to buying yet more hair dye online & waiting for a weekday off to schedule a new tattoo.

o yeah, & hit the bank for the first time in a few weeks.

small changes:

im wearing red (not all black)

im sober after 11pm (very odd, but not bad)

i resisted cookies & brownies (mostly) & was happy with my salad dinner.
my body is in "bloat" mode, i think, & it makes me kindof frantic.

too cold to exercise outdoors, & i literally do not have time to go to the gym, much less the money or inclination. i hate being dissatisfied with my body, i wish it were irrelevant to me.
despite all my conscious & logical protests, some perverse, pervading voice insists that yes, ones weight is the root of all evils in ones life.

how irksome.

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|The Beanie Has Landed [4 January 2009|8:14p]

crackedmask
[ mood | exhausted ]

Notes to self (and anyone else who may want to know):

1) arrival at airport does not necessarily mean your flight leaves accordingly. This note is because, I arrived at R.C. airport an hour before my flight was supposed to leave. I spent about 45 minutes of it waiting (after checking luggage.) 15 minutes in restroom, after they finally opened it.

I arrived at Denver airport with (supposedly) an hour's lay over, but I barely made it across the airport, with time to grab a smoothie and suck it down before my flight boarded.

2) Flight time is relative to how long your bladder can hold the pee before it attempts to burst. I swear, that 2 hour and 5 minute flight felt more like 5 hours. It was the longest damned 2 hours I've ever, in my entire life, experienced.

The mountains seemed to go on. It was lovely, starting out. Taking off from Denver airport, just as the sun was beginning to set, and the horizon was tinted a faint purple and pink. The clouds were pouring over the Rockies like waves cresting the breakers, and spreading out like long white locks, with hints of gold, pink and purple interspersed.

The longer the flight, the longer those mountains and sunset and snow white ridges taunted me. 30 minutes before end of flight, my bladder said: "I have waited as long as I could.. I can wait no longer. Get thee to the airline privvy or else!" So I got me to the privvy and spent what felt like 10 long minutes peeing. I had just got myself back to my seat and situated comfortably, when they signaled we were heading in for a landing.

3) Arrival at luggage claim area does not mean your luggage will be on the carousel, heading your way, even if you had to walk half a mile to get there, and stopped to get food on the way. It was another 20 minutes before the carousel even got turned on.

4) Catching a shuttle does in no way mean that you will be dropped off first. Generally, considering where I live, it means you will be dropped off last, and only after the driver has made a long, circumventous and crazy trip through the bowels of San Francisco at alternating break-neck speeds, which bring on dizziness and car-sickness. After which, he drops you off at the wrong door, though it's only next door.. and you wind up hauling your luggage into the house on your own, because nobody's home to greet you.

After all of this, I finally got myself inside, computer plugged in, am not unpacked yet, and it's going to have to wait until tomorrow after work.. There are 10 messages waiting for me, half of which are silence, 3 of which are people wanting me to call them immediately after I get home. One of which is my boss. The other 2 can wait.

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|i finally took a break from arrested development [4 January 2009|6:45p]

weedfairy
[ mood | good ]

i'm signed up for school. i'm taking college algebra again and then working my way up from there. my math-confidence is low and the prerequisites for all of the programs i'm applying to are higher than what i've done. i can't start from where i was because i wasn't getting it then. perhaps if i conquer my math problem it will open up the doors to other things. school starts on the 12th.

i guess i'll go all the way back to christmas. it was awesome. i woke up christmas morning and went to my grandma's house, had breakfast with all of my cousins. everyone showed up and we opened presents. i held jacob while he opened his. i just had to start a corner for him and he was enthusiastic about tearing the rest of the paper off. i talked to kevin, and now that he's got an insulin pump i can babysit him without worrying too much. he doesn't get shots anymore, and i know how to check his sugar. my parents, sister, brothers and their SOs came back to our house around 5pm and we did presents then. usually we're all together in the morning and then scatter for the rest of the day but i think we decided that we liked ending up together at the end of the night because then we could just relax instead of get all ramped up to go out all day and run around. i got a new tuner for my ipod so the static i get in the car is way less obtrusive. i also got a gift certificate to get my car detailed. since it's worth $150 i assume they're going to give it the full treatment. i'll drop it off in the morning and pick it up later that day. have to find someone to help with that. i also got another salt lamp, the burt's bees mint gift set (LOVE IT), and renewed subscriptions to newsweek and natl geo. also got some money and $50 at old navy. and some rosemary bar soap that i'm in love with.

i've had 2.5 day work weeks for the past two weeks, and i'm really excited about having an uninterrupted week now that the holidays are over. we're not allowed anymore overtime, so i'm considering looking for a part-time job while i continue to look for a better full-time job. here in melbourne and in orlando. you'd think with all that time off i'd be dreading going back to work. no. i miss it.

i started and completed a project yesterday that i've been contemplating doing for 3 YEARS. it took ALL day, but i finished it. there were some painful after-effects and i expect the maintenance to be a bitch, but it was worth it. definitely a confidence booster.

new years eve was a whole lot of fun. i went to jacksonville for yes_that_tonyayes_that_tonya's party and saw jaxsjoejaxsjoe, triplejaytriplejay, and unexpectedly bunglespicebunglespice. joel and i agree that tonya's house is the most awesome thing you can get for under $700/month. sure it leans a little, but it gave the nerds something to use the level function on their iphones on :) plus it was fun ramping into people as the night wore on. we watched downtown fireworks on the deck in the back, and i started out the new year getting hugs from someone i love. it really doesn't get much better than that.

tricia and i were supposed to do our christmas together the day after, but she ended up hanging out in miami for another day. i talked to her on my way home thursday. it was 1:30pm and she was already drunk on the beach. she told me that her and nate have devised a plan where they are only going to drink on holidays. it seems simple, but it gets complicated when you factor in that a birthday counts as a holiday, and their rules state you can save a holiday up and use it on a different day. hey, any attempt to curb the drinking is a good one, no matter how ineffective. since tricia really is my only hope as a potential roommate, i'm very hopeful that this will calm things down. i really need to get out of my parents house, but her lifestyle does not mesh well with mine, especially now that i'm back in school. the last thing i need is to live in a party house.

i've been pretty anti-social for the past few weeks. i've been spending a lot of time by myself, and a lot of time thinking. i feel like a very different person. it's almost like turning thirty was a milestone because there were times when it felt like i wasn't going to make it this far. but i did, and i feel much calmer than i did even six months ago. i can't explain all the reasons why. i feel like it's a new year and a opportunity for a new life. because of a song lyric, i recently compared my life to smashing a new mercedes every night. because that's essentially what i do. i take what is an awesome life and i smash it all up on a daily basis. there are all kinds of excuses and reasons why i do it, but the point is now that i recognize it and i'm taking steps to stop that.

i've been staying away from getting another checking account because my money is already budgeted out down to the last $5 and if i overdraft even once, it would take me at least another pay period to catch back up. i'm an overdrafter. i don't make enough money to keep a decent balance in a checking account so that i don't do that. but i have decided to open a savings account. since gas has gone down i'm ending up with an extra $20-30 every paycheck, and i think if i start throwing that and any other extra money i have into a saving account i might be surprised at what i can accumulate. it's not much, but i have to start somewhere. that's kind of my mantra right now. i don't have much but i have to start somewhere.

and i suppose it's time i started at least trying to date again. i haven't been out on a date in several months. i haven't been in the mood. i'm still really not, but i know i'm never going to meet anyone if i don't actually get out there and meet someone. my sex drive is pretty low, so i'm definitely not going to have any problems deflecting that obnoxious attention. also, being uninterested in sex helps weed out the losers. i do not want to get laid. i want to meet someone who wants to start slow, but build up to a permanent partnership. i want them to be on good terms with their family, interested in having children and open to adoption, and stable in themselves and their career. it's a lot to ask. there aren't a lot of men out there like that. especially not the kind of unusual, laid-back, devilishly-minded kind of man it would take to be interested in me and hold my interest in him.

i hope he's out there, but i have definitely come to the place in my life where i accept that he may not be, and i've envisioned what the rest of my life may look like should i never meet him. it's not that bad. i have a lot of family around me and i get to baby-sit the kids whenever i want. things like sleeping with someone and having sex every day seem inconsequential. i've wanted a family my whole life. it's why i badgered my mom and step-dad into getting married. it's why i almost married ryan, why i stayed with jon for so long, and why i made the insane decision to move in with david last year. i've been chasing the idea of family for more than 10 years, and i've failed completely and spectacularly. i've run out of steam on the point. so i'm off to chase a career instead. at least i will get quantifiable results there, and put myself in a position to not have to live with anyone else. even though i prefer to.

the deadlines for the radiological programs at bcc and ucf are both in march. my applications are ready. so is my backup plan. should i be rejected (and it's likely), i'm going to enroll in the biotechnology program at ucf in the fall. if i can't find a job over there and get my living situation set up by then, well then i am just full of fail, aren't i? seeing as how my backup plan, the first i've ever actually had, would lead to a better career path than even my main plan offers, i think i'm in pretty good shape for once. all that's left is the time that needs to pass and the work that needs to be done.

does it have to be so lonely? it would seem that it's simpler that way.web stats

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|This song has been soooo stuck in my head [4 January 2009|12:19p]

missing_halo
L.E.S. Artistes - Santogold

Damn you Pandora!
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[3 January 2009|7:53p]

deadgirly
my heart loves again

but it is scared.

thats ok though

i will chase away fear.

my boy.
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|Time wears away all the pleasures of the day [3 January 2009|9:19p]

deaddamien
[ mood | shivery and tired ]
[ music | Beck - Sunday Sun ]

My current mood. Man, that video was hard to find. Weird.

Today I have resized five diamond and/or gem gold rings and six plain wedding bands, plus polished and rhodium-plated one white gold wedding band. A couple of the stones involved also required resetting. Twelve rings repaired - it all doesn't sound much for a day's work, but it's pretty much my current maximum capacity. The load of repairs accumulated during the Bobmas break is staggering, and I'm trying to wade through them in time for Monday's deadline. And that's just the repairs I'm doing for Nestori, bob knows what they'll drop on me from the Place That Never Pays Their Bills In Time.

There's also that Fucking Stupid Ugly-Ass Piece of Shit they wanted me to do for Wednesday, and I haven't even started yet as a) I don't really know how to do it exactly but more pressingly b) I don't wanna. Big diamond slammed on top of an old, ugly ring from the seventies does not crown jewellery make. Sheeh, some people. Had it been a direct customer, I'd have talked them out of it. Maybe if I ignore it vehemently enough it'll go away?

I'm coming down with something. Am not am not am not, denial isn't helping. My throat's been sore ever since New Year's, and I've started coughing up some nasty shit. My sinuses feel raw, my ears keep popping and the propolis drops haven't kicked in. Also also wiik, my dishwasher seems to have fallen apart and refuses to do any direly needed dishwashing for me. Thing is, in addition to me absolutely loathing doing the dishes, my kitchen isn't really built for hand washing. There's only one small flat-bottomed sink and the aquadynamics are utterly crappy - water splashes everywhere and warps the cheap formica counter.

And in completely other news, MATT SMITH IS TOO FREAKING YOUNG TO BE THE BOBDAMN DOCTOR. I'm sorry, I know what you're trying but seriously, some of us were kind of hoping you'd pick an older Doctor. Personally, I would've loved to have Bill Nighly navigating the Tardis, or oh oh oh! A female Doctor! Joanna Lumley springs to mind, she's even been the Doctor once. Sort of. Too young! Too much chin! ...oh, we all know I'll end up cooing eventually, but this is my current soap box declaration and Tennennnennnant leaving made me sulk for weeks. Though I understand quite well why he chose to leave. Doesn't help with the sulking, though.

Too much chin!

I can't remember what else I meant to complain about. I binged True Blood's first season and it sort of left me reeling with severely confused feelings, having dived from Adult Buffy via Twin Peaks to outright whatwhatWHAT?! Oh, there was plot. Three seasons worth of plot, I'd say, all hammered together into this... this... je ne sais quoi. I have no idea whether I liked it or not in the end. I loved the first half or so, and I've developed yet another TV crush on Stephen Moyer and his apparently permanent five o' clock shadow, but the finale? Huh? I wonder what the books are like.

Le sigh. Fandoms. Making my life even more complicated, and for what? Nothing, nothing, not a thing.

It sounds like the bunnies are tearing the apartment apart again. I should go check.

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[3 January 2009|12:47p]

bunnyfear
Matt Smith is fugly and I hate him. Dear God let him pull an Eccleston and only do one series. Fugly!
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Yes I know I shouldn't expect a hot guy every time now but Tennant spoiled me.
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|See? I do appreciate gifts! [2 January 2009|10:04p]

missing_halo
(Book covers sent by Derth - I've got other covers up in other rooms.)

when the party is over

(This has been up for a bit, but I hadn't gotten a shot before.)
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|You can't see it, but I'm dancin' [2 January 2009|4:35p]

missing_halo
Full of headaches and backaches and neckaches (damn you schizophrenic weather ::shakes fist::). A rather grey day where even inadvertant rhyming could not cheer me up. A "Why can't I just go back to bed and have the work fairies do my job today?" day.

On this day, I get back to my desk (after having stood in front of the copier/scanner for over an hour - just imagine the fun) to find a random brown-paper wrapped box with my name on it.

I unwrap it and see a...card to me! ME MEMEME! With me on it! (And Skeksis Clause ::boo hissssssss::) And a book (oh sanity-giving reading material)! And...dare I hope? could it be? Yes! An entire bag of DERTHCOOKIES all for me (and a few for others, but mainly for) ME MEMEME!

the cutest pumpkin
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|was it as good for you as it was for me? [1 January 2009|10:31p]

_alcyone_
[ mood | far & away ]
[ music | medley ]

first line of first entry from every month; you know the drill. intriguing? perhaps.
read on to find out for yerself....

january: enjoy... or not, or as you will... i enjoyed taking them.

february: "stood up" for the second night in a row, but thats not so bad.
someone will text me, sometime....

march: thank you, iggy pop, for telling it so well

april:didnt go to the bondage ball; i ended up walking around falling in love with LA for a few hours, then returned to the arms and porch of the stranger and got drunk. (and have, in fact, done so every night since then)

may: *BIG PICS* sorry, not feeling very articulate, but loving these pics.
i am in an awesome mood today, perma-grin and all. no reason to think of, just... excited, i guess.

june: gorgeous sunny day here; i went for a long walk but i still feel like im wasting the day indoors.
not like im doing anything interesting or useful, mind you...

july: i know some of what drifts across the depths of my soul
& perversely, i do not want you to know what drifts there.

august: grr.
cake & ice cream in the fridge.
bagels (i ♥ a good bagel)
im not one for temptaion.

september: it probably shouldnt be such a toss-up whether i should go for a walk on this lovely rainy day... or start drinking an hour before noon.
id really like some rum.

october: work sucks. weather is lovely. life is good. enjoying a good book. family sanguine.
yesterday lover & i had chinese for lunch & my fortune cookie read: Love is like War : easy to begin, difficult to end. he smiled that smile & agreed.

november: jesus christ in drag (and i do mean that). i didnt realise i understood these lyrics so well!
nevertheless, as usual, its hole that im humming 5hrs before a dawn-to-dark shift...

december: i have fallen in LOVE with Nick Cave. i finally get what NME & MOJO & Q were going on about, haha.
♥ thank bog & all his angels for limewire ♥

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|now dance, fucker, dance [1 January 2009|9:21p]

_alcyone_
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | you're gonna go far, kid - the offspring ♥ ]

ye gods, i cant stop DANCING

(its a good thing)

spent my new years eve not wallflowering at a goth club in philadelphia as planned, not at the youngest bar in town as backup-planned, but playing scrabble in the living room with liliana, drinking 99oranges with cranberry ginger ale & noshing on tacos & spanish rice in the kitchen.

good, good, good time.

shopping for a camera since, jaysus, you know i cant live happily without one. have my blind little heart set on an olympus stylus 850, for one feature which i deem absolutely necessary: it calls itself "shatterproof", & i am a fumbling, flighty, & broad-gesturing girl.

once i have a camera with which to judge my fascinating self, we'll move on to self-loathing & perhaps - this is a long shot - self-improvement. it is a new year, after all. i started my day by taking a thorough shower & finally taking all my empty bottles to the recycling center & my unwanted clothes to the salvation army.
(unfortunately, mom noticed the oversized sweater that she bought me for christmas poking out of the bag, & though i apologised & brought it home, tags & all, she is no longer on speaking terms with her gauche daughter.)


O! found some wonderful engrossing books today, that always makes me very happy. had a coupon for $5 off at the bookstore, so bought another copy of lusted-after twilight. i bought a copy a few weeks ago, but it went missing after a strange drunken night... apparently never-to-be-seen-again, & so replaced. la, i cant wait to get into it again!

work 36hrs in the next three days - not so fun, but i suppose its necessary.

turn the music up, top off my glass, & ill dance all night alone in the dark of my bedroom, baby

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[1 January 2009|4:17p]

nostomach
Even though I retired this journal, it made me sort of sad to know that I wouldn't be making my official new year's post and have another year added to the archives. I just want to see 2009 up there with all the others.
So, here's to another year, deadjournalians, where ever you are.
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