juliana

Oh good, I've been looking for an excuse to call someone smurfalicious.

Wow, a 130% guarantee? Excellent. Does that mean that if they do, in fact, fade early you have to replace them, or is there another form of compensation? I like to read the fine print on these things, as I'm a sucker for a pretty astersisk*.





*"pretty" is a subjective term. not all asterisks will qualify.

I've always been afraid of blue water in toilets. I mean is there no other way to clean water than with blue dye?

you really want to fuck everyone else first? i don't know..i think after all that sex you may not want your other half. ugg. i'll just take my other half, minus all the fucking. well, i mean, with other people.

Why is your "family" in quotes?

If I could live anywhere. I'd spend spring in Ireland splitting time between an apartment in Dublin and the family place at Listowel in Kerry. I'd have a flat in the Jordaan in Amsterdam for long weekends. Summers would be spent at the house on the lake in northern Minnesota. Autumns would be at "headquarters" in South Minneapolis. I'd winter at the beach house in Martinique and spend weeks at a time in the bungalow on Fleming St in Key West.

Yeah right.

If I could only utter one word for the rest of my natural life it would most definitely be MEOW.

It's work related. A week ago I was in Taiwan (I like saying that casually, but it was a pretty unusual deal), next week's much less exciting. I go back to Canberra, Aussie capital (where I grew up) for a week of workshop and project-development stuff. It's policy-research stuff, I guess is the easiest way to describe it, and we have an international guy coming over for a week to make life hard for us.

(I'm being a bit vague, I know, but I never like talking too much about what I do in detail out in the "public areas".)

So what's this about Barely Legal DVDs? Tell me more about those! Hehehehehehe.

Oh I love porn too! I was just trying to get you to talk about it.

what time do you work?

You have the following symptoms:

*not being able to get up out of bed.
*eating only fudge shoppe cookies straight from package kept beside said bed
*feeling not quite sick enough to justify skipping class
*feeling just sick enough to do it, anyway
*wrists stuck to laptop all afternoon long.
*guilt of wasted day due to sticky wrists

Having confirmed the diagnosis of the first of these -- an inability to rise from bed -- you are thereby exonerated from attending class, and associated guilty feelings. Moreover, if the cookies are the only foodstuff within reach during your confinement, then it is appropriate that these be eaten.

The sticky wrists ... that's more of a puzzle. I'll have to confer with my colleagues about that symptom. *ponders* In the meantime, I prescribe continued bed-rest and self-induced orgasms until such time as the fun wears off and getting out of bed seems like a better option than staying in. (Try not to still be there a week from now, though!)

you still make it up here now and again?

why? because you rock and i'd like to hang out!
plus obsidity's got the new zeppelin DVDs...

Is that what people mean when they shout "freebird" at concerts? Frankly I don't even know the song by name, I have probably heard it, but I only know the joke.
Well. I can't think of anything. But stripping actually. I have 2 songs now that I want to strip to. Of course at the LDE or some other alt venue. One is "my elastic eye" by the chemical bros, it's got this weird mellotune thing but a bassline that seems to make my clothes fall off of their own accord. And something by stars of the lid, which would be a very strange striptease indeed.
Maybe for fucking esp on top, I 'd like to hear, "Back in the Saddle again" cuz of a story I once heard....

I inspired someone. yay.
or at least my journal did.

nice

... Some enchanting words there. A little enriching goodness to brighten a drab day in rain-soaked Mancunia. Thank-you. x v78 @_@

*hug*

you rock. hope this is all part of the sorting out of stuff rather that the continual cycle it must feel like

On the one hand it seems a tangled love-life is an passionate love-life. On the other, who needs the pain and heartache. Your situation sounds particularly passionate and painful - I seems that's really an indication of how much you have to give.

That's such a cute poem!
Personality and expectations are such fluid things, it's all about comfort levels. Barring lying and being disingenuous on the one hand and making yourself miserable on the other...but then, being false or tortured reeks to high heaven, bleh! So I ask myself what I feel comfortable with...I don't know. I've been trying to bust out lately, do things that scare me, it's been a good thing. But it's also tiring sometimes.

every time i read your updated profile listings, my adoration of you only deepens.

.....there is also a slight fear that wells up, but let's focus on the positive.

I know the way to San Jose! I was even there once.

Never again.

I am going to be done with my xray program in one more year. School starts this next monday for me. It sucks, but the sooner it starts then the sooner it ends.

eh,
I wanted to chat with you but my comp died.
Do you have msn or aim?

ingredients for goodness...hmmm...i love journals with questions so that combines with pirates and fairies and eddie izzard... oo and ice cream.

damn...i wanted you to stay, but understood why you couldn't.

still, though, i wish you were here.

...i fergot what i was gonna say.

Whew!

Carry on.