flux

Okay, dammit; I've reached some sorts of creative wall and I need help. I pretty much have the design for my next tattoo, which will pretty much be a half sleeve on my right arm, down, but I can't think for the fucking life of me of a good anchor image to hold it all together. I gues I kinda went about this backwards, but whatever. Anyway, it's my same old "Just an old sweet song" thing I've been talking about for years now, but I still can't think of a good image to represent Georgia, or home, or what have you. Help would be appreciated.

Cute. I like it. Martinis, that is. And olives. And cigarettes. Preferably together.

"dismay" rhyme with "R'lyeh"?

I think not.

Thank you for sharing, you've made my night.

Happy birthday Sayyadina

happy belated birthday from stranger, but admirerer.

Happy Birthday Flux!

seanbaby is the man, i totally know what you mean

there is this kick ass place here which serves Vietnamese Grill, where you take rice paper and roll up the noodles, meat, fresh mint, chopped peanuts, and cucumber, then dip a little fish sauce and hot pepper paste.

and my friend almost chocked on Bubble tea. we were racing to see who could finish fastest. i won cause he couldn't breathe.

I like to think of myself as a crank par excellence.

Ha! That's a really witty journal entry. I like it.

I've just been reading through your entry concerning Thanksgiving and the thought of someone's 80 year old Grandma doing an impression of a person on drugs really brought a smile to my face!! You have a cool Grandma (perhaps that was her way of telling you that she is secretly into drugs but that she can't find anywhere local to score and she was hoping you could send her some good stuff sometime).

I have to say that the picture of your 3 year old nephew giving it some with the Horned Hand is great!! The next step is to encourage him to do it when he is in church!

Happy Thanksgiving!

The pic, or my growing apathy toward my own brain?

Thank you, dear- I also feel like we're running parallel ruts at the moment. And I'm glad someone likes my crappy journals lately, even if they mirror the crappiness in their own lives. I feel lately like I'd just be content going and grabbing a sixer of Black Label, a bottle of Jergens hand lotion, and the Denise Richards issue of Playboy and calling it a night. I know I wouldn't; in fact, I'd be kind of reviled at myself for doing such a thing- but something or other in my head tells me I should.

Maybe it's genetic memory; I have no clue. But thanks for sympathizing just the same.

I prefer Invictus. Dylan Thomas is squishy IMHO.

TS Eliot still Works for Me(TM).

-j

That tummy sickness is the Federal government annexing your uterus in the name of all the unborn babies that make the Jesus cry.

Saw this, thought of you (and Strunk and White).

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