oh, the pain. arch-nemesis strikes hard! *

so you're using your "your" to contract your "you are"? my hopelessly confused.

i have FINALLY gotten my dream ring tone, after eleven years of cell phone :D

wahoo: extra day off! boohoo: no money, drink, smoke, or arch-nemesis.

shephard's pie... mmm...

trying to change my mind. it's not usually such a bitch; it's really fighting me this time :-/

love dull, damp gray

just realized: my 1st knee in the nuts was from my 1st kiss... my most recent knee in the nuts was from my most recent kiss...
thank you, arch-nemesis ;-)

initiating Operation Kill The Funk.

the tough part, today, was moving from the bed to the couch, and... whew... then back again

off for my weekend with sugarplum fairies dancing in my head

public advice: a great way to ensure you'll get excellent service is to seek it at the same moment every other lemming does.

far too many people out, for gods-awful early on Saturday morning.

don't yet know what's up, this weekend. thinking flock of seagulls prayers... hmm.

@ the magazine rack. shay read "short styles", i reached for "tattoo"- bagged tho, of course :-/ and read "discover".

work? week? so the last few days were a tease? a vacation? aargh! hmm: soma? heroin? maybe a coma...

i believe in the perfect chocolate cake.

no money, no First, no smoke, a Long walk... it started out really nice, but today will get MUCH better *

off for another cloud

just watched the baldor truck drive by. feeling hostile. need an outlet. anyone have a small puppy or kitten i could borrow?

at work, but loving the shut-eye... later :-)

quite a few recent Firsts- i'm an explorer! as i still haven't found the monster tho, i'm thinking it might be me

crushing: junkie focused on a fix...

a relative sociopath with some sympathetic anxiety? it's all good things... all good things... planets dancing around their orbits...
and so, the eschaton?
***

to bed with some very good dreams queued up :-)

hmmm... ?

when i brag, it's always about something that nobody (else) could conceivably find impressive

Baldor your ass is mine. fuck your retarded customers. i'm coming. you'll be hanging from a fucking bridge by your ankles with a baseball bat up your ass by May. fear me. fuck you. you're in for it.

professional de-jade-ification, $25/hour.
significant discounts (We pay You) for total dorks.
resume available (don't look too close) upon request.

couldn't be better. ... well, at 12:01... ;-)

she's not the Out To Make You Miserable Cunt Girl

brain mess cleaned up. good stuff (tasty).

my tiny little brain, exploded, makes a shockingly big mess. spiffy clean socks, tho :-)

convolutions of time, making my brain melt. BUT, Clean Socks, any minute, now :-D

time convolutions, complications...

feeling very vulcan/mr. spock

aargh.

The Mystery Of The Missing Glasses, ongoing...

dreading the LONG days. pot of gold at the end of the long dark tunnel. struggling with time-shifting magics...

:-)

demanding it be good

having exhausted my magics, the most powerful of which (argh!) works to my DISadvantage (damn it), i must now rely on the mundane, leaving *hope* a mess of blurry indistinctness.
fortunately, vague blurs of indistinctness are my specialty :-/

why not? :-)

locked myself out. again. at least it's been over a year since the last time

brunch- the best meal :-)

doot-dooh-doo...
slept it all away!

i think i'm "meandering"

everybody wants to tell me their story. well, everybody i couldn't care less about. if i'm interested, wouldn't ya know it?

i can think of worse

fifth wheel

Totally unnecessary.

SWM, 36, ISO F, not fat, for vile rape & murder. roles negotiable. possible dismemberment and cannibalism? i'm in if you are. no fakers plz. rsvp here.