mei

I haven't be out to a range in years, but I seem to remember liking the kick on our old 30odd6, bigbaddaboom.

You shall beguille them in the interview I just know it, and if not they are heartless bastards bereft of even the smallest part of a soul which all things share, so you wouldn't like working for them.

Tell you what, you get your camera and I'll get a camera and we can do online yoga classes;..... y'know that ain't a halfbaked idea.
*strokes chin while wearing thinking deep thoughts face*

Have fun in your steel wool scrubathon shower.

i wish that the voice over the shoulder would be my grandma finally explaining that she wears depends, and we hug and walk into the night, when we get home she calls me leroy and gives me fifty dollars, as she walks out the door she turns and says "oh-no" i say "what" "i just shat my new diaper" i tell here its okay and give her back the fifty dollars so she can buy more.......

oh well, you don't need a masters degree to be smart and deserve the job. Thesis writing in undergrad... wow. I'm glad I don't have to write one. Heh.

I promise no limerick from me. The only thing wrong with yours was calling me hip. Limericks are dangerous, aren't they?

Anyway it will take about a couple of days for you to get your poem. I want to take my time and do it right. No more of this rushing just have posted that very instant.

Good luck with the interview! They be stupid to not hire you.

you, and your lovely words... you're at it again. i'm a Mei's-journal-holic, due to the addicting and inspiring prose found within, like Delirium and Dream worked together in your mind.

in retrospect, what i just said sounds really warped.

Mei=visions

OK. I can consider working up a new journal entry, now that you've visited. It wasn't going to happen until.

"Flatterer ... " Guilty as charged, I guess! But you see just enough differently than I do to make me gleeful about reading you.

It's like when someone picks up a bone from your plate, says, "You missed this," and bites into the meat left on it.

Or like when you cover one eye with your hand, check the view, then cover the other eye to do the same -- and find what a difference the inches between two eyes can make.

Or maybe it's like something else, Miss Luna Moth.

today a pear cider with the nieghbours
the champange is always cold
for the time you drop by

I dislike the noisy boards as a forum for talking about anything that matters, so I figured I'd throw in my half-cent about drunken kissing here.

Having been on most sides of the experience several times in life -- I've been drunken kisser, drunken kissee, and I've been the significant other of the drunken kisser and the drunken kissee -- I'd probably tell him, especially if it's bothering you not to. Things like this happen after a few drinks.

As a man, when I've been told about the event later by my girl, I've been touched ... this more than anything else ... by the fact that she felt it was big enough to mention. As if even the appearance of unfaithfulness, or the slightest fear of hurting me (should I be told by someone else) was something that must be dealt with up front.

Of course a lot of it -- most of it -- has to do with your relationship with the boy. I've also been in situations where the person doing the "drunken, irresponsible, meant-nothing" kissing ... whether it was me or her ... was really doing something he or she would like to be doing on a regular basis, because of less than complete happiness with the current partner. I think a person has to pick that up from other cues, within himself/herself and by signals from the other person. They're hard to miss.

The above may be 1.5 cents worth.

[Edited on Jun 10, 2003]

I wish I could construct things out of bits and pieces and use my magic to beguille them into reality too but it only works on people. Often only on folks with a little magic of their own, which is how I like it anyways.

Sounds like you're enjoying some good solid, you time. yay. Nudity makes me smile and blush especially when it's my own, I feel so free and so goofy at the same time. Even goofier than normal and that's quite the statement.

I've been trying to work myself up to going to the nude beach in Vancouver. The weird thing about beaches in Vancouver is that people never swim. I'd never imagined that people would go to beaches and not swim until I ran off to school there.
Anyway, I'm really comfortable being naked around other people. I did stand on a downtown vancouver streat corner naked for a "we'd rather go naked than wear fur" protest, after all (www.veganvoices.com). But I feel a bit squeamish about seeing other people naked sometimes. Well, more specifically, men. I just lack a context for male nudity because I'm not a man and I don't consider them to be objects of desire either. And they're kind of funny looking. But I'm working on it. We'll see. I won't be anywhere near that beach until August, and hopefully by then I'll have worked it out.

I wish my brokeness and joblessness was so utopian. Please enjoy enough for me too!
I packed up more stuff today. Books. aargh. I think that I shall start sending stuff into purgatory / storage soon, and give my two months notice to landlord tomorrow. shluff shluff shluff.
Portland would be neato keen. I might head over there once I finish chapter two -- I'm heading to Boulder to visit best friend in July or August. ho hum. I want to be assured of a job, or at least on class before I go anywhere. nuts.
It would be so ultra keen if you read my first chapter. No one has escept my advisor. I thinks it is fun. And not too dry.
Listen, KittyKat, have you read Nightwood??? That oughta be a first on your summer reading list, says I.
Try to eat some watermelon, too. and have either a seed spitting contest or a rind fight.
Back to Adorno and Horkheimer. They are calling me with their little teutonic accents.
ciao...

hey hey pretty lady! i'm glad the sun is shining where you are. sending you smiles.

silly girl - she missed out....

yea.....I think there is a big difference in where your heart and your libido may lie as to gender and I see nothing wrong with nurturing both...

as I learned last summer: get dumb on the rum!

I tend to think that nothing happens when you're drunk that you wouldn't want, deep down, to happen anyway. allow for exceptions under specific cercumstances. but at the same time, love and libido aren't always running hand-in-hand -- it's stellar when they do, but you can't count on it.

regardless, and quoting, well, a movie, HAVE A GOOD TIME ALL THE TIME. you figure out what that means to you.

you're not pathetic... you're just having a rough time. lots of people all over the place are in the exact same boat as you, due to this stupid economic slowdown.

it's not your fault. as for moving back in with the rents, take it in stride. sometimes you just do what you have to do in order to get by. jst don't forget to take care of yourself while you're at it... or you will go crazy.

Hey. I bartended at a big Rum festival last night. If I never smell rum again, It'd be a-ok. I also stole big Sailor Jerry posters and t-shirts.
So much for higher education--the $140 bucks in my bank account just ain't gonna cut it...

One them Uri Geller bent-like spoons! You have done this rum-Coke thing before, if I recall aright.

Hey, a lot of people on here might like to see you get your clothes weed whacked off.

worrying about money absolutely sucks. it is the root of all my stress right now.

i think of people watching like this... they look distant because each one is moving in his her her own little world, thiking abou the rest oftheir life. when you see them on the street you see people in transition, to home, or work, or play, or task, the point being that it's only the barest sliver of their existence.