Saturday Jul 05, 2003

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and I fell from him
from his hands
on my back, on my hips, on my stomach.

Stay. I will.
leaving moments later
wishing to be there.

smell of red wine and cake
in his shirt.
cigarettes on his hands.

caressing my legs
trying to keep it a secret
she noticed. I left.
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stickyrice:
Janaka, the wise king! Is good. smile
siv:
thank yew! i love it
when boo-tee-ful ladies say
nice things to lil' me. ;P

Saturday Jul 05, 2003

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does anyone know hindu?
stickyrice:
Do you mean "hindi," the language, or the Hindu religion, or maybe someone named hindi? I know a little about Hinduism from having read some of the Vedas (the Upanishads).

Thanks for stopping by my journal again. Really there's nothing to envy. I mean, I feel lucky that I'm able to do as much as I'm able to do, that I have hands and I am not mentally crippled in some way, but it's hard work, too. I think a lot of people could do the same if they gave up other things, as I have. And I'm not even, like, John Steinbeck or anything. smile

I don't think Thompson would shoot you, but he might be somewhat erratic in his behavior. Or maybe not. It's possible he has mellowed.

What causes you to jump back and forth between the Cocos Keeling Islands and Chicago?

[edited for coherence. It may not have worked]

[Edited on Jul 05, 2003]

Friday Jul 04, 2003

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Ramp: The Evolution of Men

New Men's magazine designed for those who want just a little more than Maxium.

Picked it up this past week while I was at the Salt Lake City airport. Kind of ironic, I realize.

The only thing I could find that was brilliant about the magazine was the interview with Hunter S. Thompson. It could have been a bit longer,...
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caz:
what tatts have you got?
i love em, and getting one more just brightens my day !!!!
caz:
sorry dont know any Hindu, but its sounds like it'll be wondeful when its done biggrin

Wednesday Jul 02, 2003

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Best fucking vacation/trip/adventure ever!

1. I managed to score THE best apartment ever in the Licoln Park area of Chicago. It's right above a bar and across the street from a movie theatre. I also beat the other girls interested in it by ten minutes. Rock!

2. Met very interesting people from all over the US and they all bought me drinks. I love people....
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Thursday Jun 26, 2003

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I don't have much to say other than I'm tired. Hey, I will have many of inspirational stories once I'm back from Chi-town. Until then...
ninjagrrl:
Ugh. Well, Wyoming is coming to us. The ol' man's older brother is driving the fastback (named Cherise, after a song about blonde british girls with ghetto names) to us here in the valley, with some of the ol'man's stuff. That was the biggest reason for going mid-west. Dame! Now I don't get to see all my mid-west pals besides, you are off to the (semi) far east.

What was Joel doing over there? Or were you over here?

loves (^ ^) ng

Wednesday Jun 25, 2003

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So...

I just had the three best and most confusing hours that I have had in a long time. I thought I didn't have feelings for him anymore, but I do, boy do I ever. It was so marvellous have him just stand next to me; everything just felt "right." And I cryed when I had to leave because I love him so much.

Now...
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stickyrice:
Um ... tell him?

Monday Jun 23, 2003

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Tell me that my life will work out; that everything will be okay. It's that time. Panic. Horrifying panic. I can't think without thinking about death.
tadzi:
your life will work out and everything will be okay. granted this is the first time ive posted in your journal, but nonetheless, if youre really feeling afraid and need an ear IM me on AIM

Saturday Jun 21, 2003

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So I don't have anything profound to say. I'm tired, very tired. I'm pretty satisified with my life at the moment, although nothing has really changed. I go back to Chicago next Friday to really start planning my new life. I'm excited, but afraid. I still haven't found a job, but I have classes, and two roommates, and a boy who likes to flirt with...
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xaqary:
this is the nexus
stickyrice:
Oh, you're going to like Chicago. The asphalt is starting to bake.

Friday Jun 20, 2003

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To My Master, from Your Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time,
to think of this pathetic rhyme.
Many years and drafts to write,
yet I am here plump and ripe
waiting for that day to come
when roses are replaced with hums.
That echoing song, you always say,
has to wait for another day.
Sure, we all die with time,
but dying...
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