Im happy for the moment, possibly because Im in between consciousness and dreaming, I have drunk a bottle of chardonnay, smoked a clove, and in the midst of listening to St. Germaines Rose Rouge. It is freezing cold in my apartment, but I feel warm with my burning existentialism and electric heater sitting in my face. I would feel almost complete if you werent living so damn far away.
I went to see TV on the Radio on Monday night.
It was intense staring up at them so close to the stage. Is it such a sin to enjoy going to shows alone? I appreciate the fact I dont have to talk about the performance after its over, I can just sit, drink a corona, and enjoy the experience. I am becoming more and more aware of the fact I like soaking in music alone. I suppose thats why I masturbate to the idea that my man is in his own band so I can watch solo and marinate in his creativity with my own peaceful reverence. Part of me wishes I were singing more, in my own band, of blues and breathing. In the words of the Cure, I wish for impossible things. Sigh
Time for another clove to reinvent my mind
I have been feeling gray lately since my departure from SG. A friend of mine came to visit, Jordan. Hes helping me along in myum secret society adventures. Most of you dont know, or could care less, but Im involved with a huge undertaking for a website that will evolve children in the learning process. I tingle at the prospect that I might be upping the standards for education. I am being vague (part of my appeal, I suppose) but wait till you see what I have cooking in that cerebral goo of mine. Woohoo soups on!!! It will take a while to show a finished project but woo wee all of you who give a damn about intellectual evolution will be able to participate (imagine that).
Side note: In my friend list, I have noticed a few folks that have left SG land. I unlike most, will keep them there like gravestones for those I have worried about and gave precious moments to comment in their journals. I miss them, and alas they have left because well all things must change. Im a stickler for keeping pals, and I will keep them in my list hoping they may return. St. Jude and I have many things in common.
Now I am off to bed, hoping my dreams will be more fruitful than they have been in the past few weeks. I need hope, does anyone have a spare supply they wouldnt mind sharing?
I went to see TV on the Radio on Monday night.
It was intense staring up at them so close to the stage. Is it such a sin to enjoy going to shows alone? I appreciate the fact I dont have to talk about the performance after its over, I can just sit, drink a corona, and enjoy the experience. I am becoming more and more aware of the fact I like soaking in music alone. I suppose thats why I masturbate to the idea that my man is in his own band so I can watch solo and marinate in his creativity with my own peaceful reverence. Part of me wishes I were singing more, in my own band, of blues and breathing. In the words of the Cure, I wish for impossible things. Sigh
Time for another clove to reinvent my mind
I have been feeling gray lately since my departure from SG. A friend of mine came to visit, Jordan. Hes helping me along in myum secret society adventures. Most of you dont know, or could care less, but Im involved with a huge undertaking for a website that will evolve children in the learning process. I tingle at the prospect that I might be upping the standards for education. I am being vague (part of my appeal, I suppose) but wait till you see what I have cooking in that cerebral goo of mine. Woohoo soups on!!! It will take a while to show a finished project but woo wee all of you who give a damn about intellectual evolution will be able to participate (imagine that).
Side note: In my friend list, I have noticed a few folks that have left SG land. I unlike most, will keep them there like gravestones for those I have worried about and gave precious moments to comment in their journals. I miss them, and alas they have left because well all things must change. Im a stickler for keeping pals, and I will keep them in my list hoping they may return. St. Jude and I have many things in common.
Now I am off to bed, hoping my dreams will be more fruitful than they have been in the past few weeks. I need hope, does anyone have a spare supply they wouldnt mind sharing?
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