| Random todayness |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|03:34 pm] |
Aw shit.
Today....
Am I really super gay cuz I keep hitting the wrong keys and typing up my <div> tags as <diva> tags?
Other days....
Mike and Gar call me "Shrimp" because of a nightmare I had. Greg continues to introduce me to new people as a Hair Dresser. With each introduction he assigns me a random name. I can only roll my eyes with dread when I see the wince of pain on peoples faces when they think they are being introduced to a stylist with multiple personalities and a small penis. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2005|01:35 pm] |
I'm single and it stinks. |
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| Inflaminatoritative |
[Aug. 19th, 2005|02:38 pm] |
correction pen and sharpie® on red
My hand hurts. Actually all my joints do.
The painful spot on my left hand is right at the base of my thumb. It feels like there is a long piece of glass in there or a nerve is pinched. I keep rubbing it, it's a real strange feeling.
I am curious if the cortisone makes my muscles ache. No....that wouldn't be right. It's and anti inflammatory isn't it? The run of pills has ended and I don't seem to be pink anymore. I mean I am pink like a human should be but not that scary pink that makes people wince. But my knees have been very stiff, my neck also. Admittedly it's been damp out.
I screwed up my knees many years ago in a bike accident. I was being a jack ass and fooling around. The powers that be decided to teach me a lesson and put a stop to my antics. I hit the person riding in front of me and I flew over my handle bars and landed on my knees. I left two red stripes on the road about a foot long. Ever since then when it would get damp out my knees would ache. I had forgotten about it. For the past few years it has not been a problem.
Maybe I have Boneitis.
I also started to wonder if all this white out pen I have been using might not be so good.
Does anyone know what happened to Michael Nesmith's mother?
Oh well something else for me to dwell on over the weekend I guess. |
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| Financiterial |
[Aug. 14th, 2005|07:39 pm] |
So I feel a bit caught up.
My financial world is slowly coming to a place I can control. My tooth is almost paid for. My Apple Loan is a bit smaller. I have decided to make large payments on my so called work visa. I opened up the account for travel only but yeah, I did that whole "it wont hurt to pay this off with this credit card" thing. I think I did that about over one hundred times now.
I spent today wrapping up those things I had been putting of. Tim and Amanda got married a year ago and I never got them a gift. I jokingly said I would wait till the first year had passed and get them an anniversary present. Guilt has hovered about me for the last few months and now with this payday I had the extra cash to get them covered.
Yes, I was somewhat lame. I got them gift cards so they can get items for their house. Common, It's kind of like paper, the first anniversary theme. I think the themes need to be updated a bit and new materials need to be worked in like plastics, silicon and rubber. At least I tried to be somewhat clever with the presentation rather than just handing them a plain old envelope.
Either way it's done and I can now worry about the two other weddings this month that I can't afford.
/sigh
I had a phone conversation with Mike Allen last night. He asked about my savings. When we were together I had a good deal of money saved up to put toward a house. That money has gone, mostly spent on travel. I don't regret spending it. I have had some good adventures. I get a little worried now and then about things getting tight but I really do have it pretty good. Thing is now I am spoiled and want to run off all the time.
Grrr, antsy frustration due to immobility.
I need to plot out future travel plans.
Quit yer worryin.
Have fun.
Slowly it all falls back into place. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2005|12:11 pm] |
correction pen and sharpie® on ultra blue
There are some things I can't resist, some things I wanted to do long ago but chances were missed or obstructed. As time passes relationships change, people change. Is it wise to try to go back? |
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| Profilificationilaized |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|04:48 pm] |
No real point to my post today, just rambling.
I have been recalling a David Sedaris story recently. To introduce the students to one another his french instructor asks her class to state their name, nationality and list things they don't like. One student states that she dislikes the mosquito. She is instantly berated by the instructor for her stupidity.
"Oh Really, how very interesting. I thought that everyone LOVED the mosquito. But here in front of all the world you claim to detest him. How is it that we have been blessed with someone so unique and original as you?"
It may be because I have been surfing profiles online lately. Not my usual thing but it passes the sleepless hours I have been experiencing as of late. During these periods I skim personal descriptions on sites like Manhunt or Bear411. I know people have made the observation before but I just have to chuckle when I read things like "Not into liars, drama or bad attitudes".
Oh really?....
It's true, I often get on the web and look for individuals who are into "mind games". I never realized that I had to state that this was a preference. I guess I need to make some adjustments to my profile.
I don't like typing up those personal descriptions to be honest. I hate it more than resorting to the act of surfing on line profiles. To cover my inability to type up personal info I resort to entering some clever quick comment. I figure personal information will come out through basic conversation. Of course these chats never really occur. Individuals on line seem thrown by my lack of content. Maybe no one knows how to start up with a conversation with a guy who states "I don't have to be drunk to have sex, it's just more fun".
I'd offer up a drink or ten. |
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| Unmergitative |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|09:46 am] |
Much like my early art work my LiveJournal has become schizophrenic.
Early work I created was cartoony and fun, harmless and non-confrontational. At the same time I also created pieces that were burnt and moody, frustrated and layered. My behavior at the time was much the same as my work. I was goofy on the outside but confused internally. The pieces in my studio developed as I dealt with my ever growing awareness that I was gay. On some level I think I was producing a series of objects I thought people wanted to see...no...objects I wanted to see. I could only be the cartoon character for so long, at some point I would have to deal with reality.
Looking over my journal I see that I have again taken this safe route posting mainly harmless and comic items that occur. Once in a while deeper thoughts creep out but for the most part I avoid posting these things. I sometimes worry that those of you who do follow think I have very little going on in this strange head of mine. There is fear involved in posting the burnt side.
I guess I am not really posting anything new here.
/shrug
It would seem I can never get my two worlds to merge properly. |
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