mei

I would make friends with the knife guy, he seems interesting at least and scary at the same time; plus flexy boy will probably make some comment about him and get a few weeks off, problem solved.

(Was that wrong? I can't tell today, people have been looking at me for things all day long.)

Sorry to hear that work is crappy and no, you are better than this job so feel no problems in thinking or feeling it. It may just help get you through the day.

wow that guy sounds like a total jerk.

try to ignore him and not to stress over it.

Uh...perhaps I missed it while I was away, but what kinda job is this?

hey you, i never knew you became one of the SG's very cool, how are you, hope you're ok?

If nothing else you can take this little bit of good from that job. When you get done your shift and walk out that door, the air smells sweeter than it has in a long time. The sky is more colorful and vibrant and the grass and trees seem more alive than ever. The whole world seems like it's in color for the first time, like when Dorothy stepped out of her house into Oz.
I once had a really mind numbing job and always relished it when I left work and felt all my senses slowly returning and adjusting to life outside that stuffy office. Just to help that along I usually walked home or talked with someone for a while. Try to do something like that. It doesn't make the job worth it, but it helps make it less unbearable.

*voice of the guy from Twisted Sister video*

What are you going to do with your life?!

That is a crazy fucked up dream. I am sure my perception of it isn't the way it was but it resonates for me on a freaky level. Sometimes I think maybe I have just read too much Sci Fi!
Once in a while when I am cleaning out a box of papers (very seldom!) I will come across my scratchy sleepy handwriting and read about a dream I had totally forgotten. And then there are only stills in my mind like postcards from some other blurry continent.

I love the absolute absurdity of dreams, they are just great. Fruity dinosaurs and sex-crazed roaches, those are the most random villains for a dream.

good luck at your new job adrling and i absolutley LOVE the way you describe things ..it gives me shivers *woot*
xoxoxo

Mei

Tane

I can forget what Im saying while Im talking and just allow my mind to make brilliant logical arguments. Thats hilarious and so true about lawyers. After covering the courts for a long time as a reporter, I found that the law is not concerned with right and wrong, nor is it concerned especially with people. Its concerned with itself.

Non-lawyers also talk this way sometimes and Ive done it myself when called upon to speak at certain business meetings (where no ones really listening anyhow). Im yammering on and on, you know, listening to myself from somewhere far away. It sounds like music. Not good music, but not offensive either sort of like what you hear in elevators.

If I am helping with your writing, Im hugely pleased and even more pleased (well, OK then, Im *just as* pleased) that you are starting to realize what you have.

Last night we trudged around a lake in the damp hot air. Fireworks were happening on all sides. Of course, we had to stop and stare, though that wasn't the original idea. Explosions in the sky make slack-jawed, ooh-ah simpletons of everybody! Whether the explosions are over Baghdad or Hometown, USA.

The foot rub offer stands. Or sits. You dont have to be tipsy to ask for it.

I too would only have a child if I could support them in a manner I see fit. One thing though: I want to adopt. I had a discussion about this with a friend a few months ago. I expressed that I am fond of the idea of parenting someone who does not have a parent, and that it feels wrong to birth a child into this already over-populated planet. She (my friend) said that I would be hard pressed to find a girl that wouldnt want her own children unless she was barren. Since then Ive spoken with several women and Ive found that at least one out of four wouldnt mind adopting. Hmmmm dunno.

What does Mei think of adoption/birthing?

-Micah

I just spent the last 3 days in a row down at the nude beach. I've never been more relaxed and happy. It was like a mini-vacation. Being stoned and naked, hula-hooping in the sun. So good.

you are astonishingly beautiful, i just can't believe it...

I have this list of people who have formed a free yoga collective. I can email it to you if you have not heard about it already.

i just wanted to say thank you for the offer. im not sure exactly if i will need it, but theres a possibility i might. i should have a job before i go out there, or atleast interviews so i wont be a waste. ill let you know for sure tho, and in advance. thank you sweetie.

I did a sketch of you darling.. check it out in fan-art

My rage goes the other way, I get really calm and things slow down around me. It's like I step outside of time itself and I watch things happening in slow mo. People say it's kinda scary when I'm mad, calculating and cold is pretty unnerving as well.
Anyways have a good day pretty lady.

*pouts* I want an ocean to play in

-the english motorway system is beautiful and strange-

went kayaking on the mainecoast yesterday. got stuck in the tidal flats on the way out - jumped in the ocean afterwards, since i was covered in mud. cold, and refreshing.

[Edited on Jun 29, 2003]

in reference to stickyrice -mei makes me think of books-

i never buy novels. i read them over coffee at bordersbooks and leave them coffestained and bent on the table.

i had a cat who loved earwax. yoga is good and may help you deal with the job you really do not want. please consider doing another set before you leave.

"Hell is other people," Jean-Paul Sartre.

(See--you're in good company at least. Don't let it get you down.)

Last night, at 2a, of my bandmates and I were driving the two hours back home from a gig we played at a bar. The highway we took rans right up against the coast, and the ocean's mist poured over the road like brothy soup, obscuring all but a few of the road markings reflecting my car's headlights.

There are times that my head gets full to bursting with the volumes of uncertainties in the world I try to single-handedly dispel. A few hours before, I tried letting go of this all, and did my best to mingle with the bar patrons in the bar's eloquent spanish mission courtyard-style patio -- they even had a freakin' olive tree growing smack dab in the middle. Losing my mental weight in such a setting seemed an easy to do. But to no avail. I found myself slinking off to the corner store to buy my first pack of cigarettes in almost two months.

But at 2a (or so my dashboard clock says), my passenger-side friend and I were far, far away from any resolution, the stars were blotted out, the road was barely visible a few feet ahead of us, and the car was stuffy with the musk of three sweaty musicians. Yet I felt the freest I've felt in a long time.