my first drunk post. not stinkingly drunk, just mildly ineberated…
a couple of observations…
the moon is full, and beautiful
and if you’re bisexual and you’re sitting on the fence there is always something hard between your legs…
ponder on that for a moment.
i had a great time tonight, kisses to k, gen, simone, niam and all the other people who were sharing that lone air conditioning duct. looking forward to doing this again.
the letter for today is V, blah, blah, blah…
vagina, virgin, vestial, vestibule, very, vary, vargries, vacancy, vagrant, vulva, varicose, vend, victory, vice, vowel, voracious, vent, venice, vocal, voice, village, verily, veto, vote, van, vantage, vile, verge…
not a bad list for someone who should be in bed sleeping…
i have working in the morning (later), not just showing up for working mind you, a number of designs for a presentation that need to be finished before the long weekend…
another thought…
bisexuality is the best of all worlds…
happy birthday K.
another day, another dollar, well a few cents at least. i’m hanging out with my friend K tonight, it’s her birthday and we’re going to party like it’s her birthday.
should be interesting to say the least, she’s a member of the cult of sappho (figure it out your damn self) and we’re going to one of her fave hangouts.
does it matter that i have work in the morning? Oh hell No! i need this evening out. i’m just barely hanging on.
just a quick post before i head off to work.
today’s letter of the day is ‘F’
first, frank, faust, fickle, friendly, funk, fragile, fibula, fist, finger, flap, foreign, finangle, forte, feeble, fancy, fornicate, fend, fence, fuck…
knock yourself out, try to ignore the assholes and find something positive to focus on today.
we’ll see how well that works for me…
he he. too much star trek.
in further geek news… the matrix reloaded opens a month from today.
anyway back to smallville.
a fond adieu to you all.
well this has been a 50 | 50 day, my job still sucks, but i just sent one of my best freelance pieces on it’s way to turkey. it’s beautifully printed.
so i’m pretty much cruising this evening. satisfaction comes in the simplest of sources sometimes.
in other news, i was listening to the radio in a taxi on the way home, and it was tuned to one of the religious stations and a pastor who shall be hereafter called ‘moreover’ rant about what a bunch of adulterous heathens all of us people who divorced and remarried but the kicker was about the woman’s role. basically, if your husband is beating you, stick around, it’s your biblical role to take some blows. i was in too good a mood to flip out, smack the taxi driver and demand he change that station.
which brings me to the question of the day, do people actually believe this? what sort of god would condone this?
this rant is brought to you by the letter M, used in words like magnificent, married, moral, mighty, moron, morose, munch, mental, mince, monday, meeting, mandate, more…
thank you and good night.
the number one reason to change your job…
today just before lunch, i stood outside my office waiting on a friend to meet me. i left for lunch, when i returned i was greeted by two police cars, an ambulance and a fire truck.
the pharmacy, one floor down, one doorway away from my office, had been robbed for the second time in as many weeks… this time they shot the cashier.
it’s bad enough that i don’t like my job but when shit like this happens, i’m taking it as a sign that i need to change employers.
… is when the money you’re getting paid is not worth risking you life.
this blog is brought to you today by the letter: G
‘G’ is the first letter in the words: generous, giving, gregarious, gracious, gargantuan, gothic, galvanise, gather, goad, gore, gonad, glorious, glowing, gay, gray, grain, genius.
nothing like mental stimuli to get the day started, please feel free to contribute you words. if i don’t find a way to keep myself entertained, i’ll hate myself even more for going to this crappy job.
do you have any idea what it feels like to look at you pay cheque and laugh hysterically. i’m obviously not cut out for this, i hope i hear something from that other interview soon, i’m unchallenged and making money i could make freelance in less than 8 hours.
this sucks, not in a good way, but with teeth and the fumblings of an unwilling teenager.
i owe, i owe, so it’s off to work i go…
today has been a very relaxing and enjoyable day. finished the ‘his dark materials’ series, just started a gift from my wife – a richard brautigan trilogy, it had been languishing at the bottom of a box of books she sent me. i love discovering new book. the SK has taken a back seat for the moment.
moving on…
it’s hot as hell, it’s night and it’s still in the 30s, is it the end of the world?
i used to worry about the future of the country/planet, but of late, i’ve met quite a few people, young and not so young who have rekindled my little faith in humanity. congrats to all of my new friends. you know who you are.
on another unrelated note…
samauri jack rocks. it’s quite possibly one of the best animated series on television. yes i’m a cartoon watcher. avid too. you have a problem with that?
anyway, i have a good book calling me.
question everything.
everything… but love.
love is the glue that binds us. love protects from the slings of outrageous fortune and shields us from malice. love strengthens us. love is all.
depression comes in waves, i was perfectly fine this afternoon, now i’m barely keeping it together.
i think it’s friday night, it does it to me. i would really like to go out and get stinkingly drunk, actually that’s a lie what i really want to do is getting fucked senseless, but that doesn’t look likely in the immediate future. sigh. heavy, world fucking weary sigh.
moving on… crack kills!
hipster pants are not for everyone, just as plumbers butt is unappealing…ugly drawers and poor grooming are equally unappealing.
i’m off to direct this surfeit of energy into something productive.
