Welcome Foolish Mortals...

Waste of time, waste of money.

I love that place, but seriously. I was let down for reasons that vary.

At least I got some good reading in.

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What's worse -- my "calculator" is out of batteries.
Hear me whimper. Hear it!

Maybe I'll get some actual dancing done tomorrow/to"night" at a different location. I'm the ever optimist. No sarcasm there.

Not to mention, sex would be nice. Optimism?

I guess I'll just watch May again until I fall asleep. Sigh.
(Typing out the word 'sigh' doesn't quite convey the emotion, but it isn't like you can me actually hear me sigh, so there you go. We'll have to pretend.)
Heh... I can almost hear a collective pretend 'sigh'. It's kind of hot.

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Do it again.

So the last 3 people/engagements I had plans with last weekend/this week I've had to back out of either because I'm too tired or I had to be up early for work and didn't want to be more tired.

Well guess what, bitches? I got 13 hours sleep last night and I feel like dancing!


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1. What's the last movie you saw?
Dead & Breakfast. Mix Evil Dead, a bit of Dead Alive, with a little Buffy and you'll see what I mean.

2. Are you gentle?
Oh, well, I um, the thing is... It really was an accident. Oh, come on! How could I have known that would happen? Seriously.

3. Do you sleep with your bedroom door shut?
When I sleep at home, yes.

4. What's your middle name?
Skye. My parents are ex-hippies. I've mentioned this before.

5. Friday fill-in:
I could learn to like __.
Nothing comes to mind, but I'm open to suggestion.


I know this doesn't qualify as an actual update, so let me sum up--
I'm fine.
*Ta-da.

I have tomorrow off, which begs the question: what am I doing tonight?

My dog is dying.

We're going to do whatever is possible to stop it, but I've been reassured that it's just a matter of time.

She's only four. I need her. She's my little Snoopy girl. She's my baby.

I hate this so much. Words cannot describe how much I hate this.

I need beer and a shoulder.
Oh, and for her not to die. Not yet.
Please. Please. Please.

Fuck.

I'll be making an altar for Adam (Turner) at the Day Of The Dead shindig at Club Woodshed Novemeber 3rd.

If there's anything special about Adam that anyone would like to be represented please feel free to chime in. There may be things that have slipped my memory that should be incorporated, so any feedback is appreciated.

I want this to have as many memories of him as possible, not just my own.

Thanks!

To lend physical proof that I have neither died, moved, or become a complete recluse I'll be stepping out of my coma for the evening and plan to show up at karaoke.
It's not much but it's something. I'd be remiss in saying I'm going to "tear it up" tonight though. I imagine it'll be more like folding... gently folding.

My apologies go out to those who put their efforts into recent events big and small that I have neglected to attend and support. And also, sorry for not replying to the kind concern of friends. I haven't been getting on-line nearly as often as I used to.

All is well, as long as you don't ask for the particulars. Blah blah blah. Such is life.
Carry on.

I have the hiccups!

I should have been asleep several hours ago.


Good god, how I love teh hippups.

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Physical Touch

<th colspan="2">My Detailed Results:</th>

Physical Touch:	9
Words of Affirmation:	8
Quality Time:	5
Acts of Service:	5
Receiving Gifts:	3

About this quiz

Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

Take the Quiz!
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World of wow. If my orgasms could write music they'd sound like those of last night.

And by that I mean last night was the Muse show.
Not only that, I had completely forgotten that a friend of mine mentioned a few months back that he thought Juliette and The Licks was their opening act but he wasn't sure. He was right! Actually there were two opening bands; I'll get to the other in one moment. Back to Juliette. Aside from loving many of her films and admittedly having a girl-crush, I've sung Juliette Lewis's vocal talents for some years now and seen a few clips of live performances so when I realized that she was indeed playing I was more than just a little excited. Watching her perform is quite the experience. I knew that her stage persona was very energetic, not to mention eccentric. But she blew me away. Girl has pipes! I kept finding myself forgetting that she was also this movie star, which I think is fantastic. It attributes to her actually having talent. I wasn't too surprised that no one around me knew any of their songs, nor was I surprised that by the end of their set many were converted.
Anyway, they did a signing during intermission so I left during the middle of their last song so I could be one of the first in line. I even told my sister that if Muse started before I could meet her she could go in without me. That's how much I wanted to meet this woman.
Earlier in the day I had chosen an outfit for the evening and was perfectly happy, but just before I left I thought, something tells me I should wear my Johnny Depp Crybaby shirt. When it comes to fashion intuition I follow it.
So there I am fawning all over Juliette Lewis when she looks down and exclaims, "I love that shirt!" Like a total goof I replied, "I know!" She was so cute and little. I just wanted to put her in my pocket. When I got back to my sister she asked how it went etc., and I said, "I touched the hand of someone who has touched Johnny Depp, someone who has made out with Johnny Depp numerous times!" Awesome.

I don't want to type anymore, I'll finish it later.

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Risk-Taker!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.

Well, I don't know about that, but I did like the little cartoon drawing with each question.
Actually, now that I think on it... perhaps it's not too far off.


And, Happy Birthday Miranda! Sorry I missed last night and hope you had a lovely time with your Sparrow. ;)

Also, 17 hours of sleep is awesome. I hate playing catch up, but at least I no longer feel like I'm walking around in a Lynch film.
Stupid body and your stupid insomnia. I should probably figure out why I've come across this new habit.

I have a lot of memories that I won't drag up; more will come.
It's funny how knowing that you will never see, touch, or hear someones voice again makes you remember things you hadn't even realized had been forgotten.

I swore I wouldn't take another person for granted, and yet.
And yet.
I fell victim to ... life I guess.


To those I made plans with tonight I'll try and call to cancel in person. Hopefully you'll read this instead.

Moreover, I miss sleeping.

And another thing - call me selfish - but stop fucking dying.


I hope he finds the peace he always deserved.

I was going to leave a quote from Mother Teresa, but I think my subject title pretty much sums it up.

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

I do enjoy, coincidentally though it may be, the accuracy of these things once in every while.

Thank you again for the 10 hour distraction yesterday, dearest. I owe you.

And by demand, fine, request, I'll be taking out Boris and Natasha tonight. Be nice, they're shy as of late.

Maybe it's because I've felt like I've been at a crossroads lately, maybe it's because I'm having a hard time adjusting back to the reality of day-to-day life, or maybe I just had a really good time.

But once I got on the plane, I realized how much I didn't want to come home. I suppose that it's a very natural emotion after a lovely vacation (no matter how short). However, that's never really been the case for me. If anything it's typically the opposite, I'm usually relieved to be "home".

So why do I feel like this?

I had a lovely time in San Fransisco and wish I could've fit Mina in my carry-on. I think I'll miss her most of all. Or, you know, everything.

I'm sure it'll wear off in a few days once I get back in the swing of things. In the mean time I just want to stop the urge to cry. I've gotten used to not crying. This sucks.

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."

1. I wanted to die a virgin.
2. So glad I didn't. (see above)
3. I don't really care for goth music. (Aside from hearing and/or dancing to at a club/party I hardly listen to it.)
4. When putting on my shoes I always put on the left first.
5. The volume on my tv has to be on an even number.
6. I love getting the hiccups and sneezing.
7. Every time I watch The King and I, I cry.

I'll tag people later. Maybe.

On my way on a spur of the momentish day trip to Wendover.

If all goes according to plan I will:
A. Be drunk by noon.
B. Be broke by five.
C. Be home in time to change and relax before heading over to *Vegas.

*Not the city. That would be overkill and I really don't need another addiction.

Wish me money!

I have an existential map. It has 'You Are Here' written all over it.

Happiest of boofday's to my other half Paul!

And, I'm going to try this again and challenge anyone to come get your dance/drink on tonight at scArea. I really feel like dancing lately.

Lastly, I was wondering if people would be interested in getting together this weekend to go see Stardust. I think we should because the movie looks odd and, I say this as a compliment, my friends are also quite odd. Plus I think it would just be fun. You do like fun don't you?
So yeah, feedback.