Funny how I can let the big things slide while small things can sometimes make my blood boil. I had to give someone directions over the phone today for a district attorney conference. Dense as a rock. You can't miss the building I'm in; there is a big statue of Athena out front. She asked me who Athena was. What I said and what I...
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Insomnia is synonymous with high levels of creativity in my experience. I have been staying up late after work (and bear in mind I work until midnight) working on various projects, namely finishing my book. I was looking pretty rough. Getting up in the afternoon to go to work has been a chore.
This past Sunday I arrived at work in a half awake daze...
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I'm getting close to finishing my book on my trip to Italy.
It will be great to have this long neglected project finished at last.
I'm focusing on Pompeii at the moment.
A very sobering place.
Right now I'm listening to somafm.com . . . secret agent.
The music is reminding me of Rome. . .
I've got the travel itch in me again. Restless,...
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It will be great to have this long neglected project finished at last.
I'm focusing on Pompeii at the moment.
A very sobering place.
Right now I'm listening to somafm.com . . . secret agent.
The music is reminding me of Rome. . .
I've got the travel itch in me again. Restless,...
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marieceleste:
Hooray for Pompeii and a sense of pride in accomplishment.
Answer to your q: I am both.
Answer to your q: I am both.
Ahh . . . a pleasant 70 degrees. January in Georgia. I like the warmer climates. It seems further South you go, the warmer the blood of the people who live there.
Generosity. Passion. Sincerity.
I think I may have to start planning a little trip to Mexico.
Or maybe I should go further South, crossing the equater, and earn another tat for the experience....
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Generosity. Passion. Sincerity.
I think I may have to start planning a little trip to Mexico.
Or maybe I should go further South, crossing the equater, and earn another tat for the experience....
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marieceleste:
a lovley man named Darron once brought me a charm from Mexico:
I dropped it and the corners broke... perhaps that's why things with D & me didn't work out. Or it could have been the nasty incident with the scabies. Ugh.
(Are they corners? The base points on a pyramid? I'm sure not... but darned if I know what they are.)
I dropped it and the corners broke... perhaps that's why things with D & me didn't work out. Or it could have been the nasty incident with the scabies. Ugh.
(Are they corners? The base points on a pyramid? I'm sure not... but darned if I know what they are.)
The tiger, too, has been known to purr,
But it isn't many who will stoop
To scratch his belly.
But it isn't many who will stoop
To scratch his belly.
marieceleste:
how about a little tickle under the chin? 
marieceleste:
My only experience of male strippers is from when I was a teenager in Sydney and I took my best friend Emma Collins (all gangly limbs, glasses and braces on her teeth) to see the Chippendales for her 16th birthday.
It was at an RSL club in a redneck-surfy suburb way up along the northern beaches, and the room was predictably full of screeching hen's parties. Emma and I got drunk on bourbon and cokes. The strip-show was pretty forgettable.
Afterwards we went to our regular haunt, Fj's in Collaroy, where we ran into some guys we knew. Not much was happening at Fj's either so we decided to catch a ride with these guys down to Manly.
The driver took a shine to me and insisted I sat up front with him, which I didn't mind at all 'cos the other option was in the back of his panel-van (fucktruck) with a load of harmless but drunken boys. So being the considerate friend I was I let Emma go in the back.
We cruised through the Northern Beach suburbs, our driver showing off his skills. We sped through Harbord, and as we went up the hill the driver sped up, displaying his prowess. All the boys and Emma in the back lurched toward the back doors, and they flew open.
Immediately the driver stopped, one of the guys jumped out of the back, pulled him out of the drivers seat and started jerking him back and forth, yelling drunkenly.
I was sitting there in front, quite unsure of what had happened. I said "Whoa there, that's our driver..." and then thought to turn round... "Em... Em??"
Luckily Emma and I were sporting a rocker style at that point in our lives, so as she flew out of the back of the panelvan and rolled down the hill it was her biker's leather jacket that took most of the impact.
I found her still rolling, and as she stopped the first thing she did was reach for her liptstick. She jumped up and started hailing a cab. She was shaken but ok. I was pretty freaked myself. After seeing she was ok I let her get in a cab, and ran home. Some birthday present.
It was at an RSL club in a redneck-surfy suburb way up along the northern beaches, and the room was predictably full of screeching hen's parties. Emma and I got drunk on bourbon and cokes. The strip-show was pretty forgettable.
Afterwards we went to our regular haunt, Fj's in Collaroy, where we ran into some guys we knew. Not much was happening at Fj's either so we decided to catch a ride with these guys down to Manly.
The driver took a shine to me and insisted I sat up front with him, which I didn't mind at all 'cos the other option was in the back of his panel-van (fucktruck) with a load of harmless but drunken boys. So being the considerate friend I was I let Emma go in the back.
We cruised through the Northern Beach suburbs, our driver showing off his skills. We sped through Harbord, and as we went up the hill the driver sped up, displaying his prowess. All the boys and Emma in the back lurched toward the back doors, and they flew open.
Immediately the driver stopped, one of the guys jumped out of the back, pulled him out of the drivers seat and started jerking him back and forth, yelling drunkenly.
I was sitting there in front, quite unsure of what had happened. I said "Whoa there, that's our driver..." and then thought to turn round... "Em... Em??"
Luckily Emma and I were sporting a rocker style at that point in our lives, so as she flew out of the back of the panelvan and rolled down the hill it was her biker's leather jacket that took most of the impact.
I found her still rolling, and as she stopped the first thing she did was reach for her liptstick. She jumped up and started hailing a cab. She was shaken but ok. I was pretty freaked myself. After seeing she was ok I let her get in a cab, and ran home. Some birthday present.
I talked with one of my closest friends today over the phone. He is an artist out in Eugene, OR. The last time I saw him we were walking along the Pacific shore. The salt water ruined his silly half-crafted hemp shoes. I don't understand the how stoners will naively swear that hemp will save the world. The lastest in hemp fashion: "Dude, like my...
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marieceleste:
Hey sailor. Make me your friend? I like your writing, and also you're kinda cute. 
Thoughts for the day:
I don't make enough money to afford the things that would make me cool.
Free Thought trying to escape mental slavery.
A disaster of dialectics somehow fused together by what I can only assume to be some kind of terrifying accidental lightning.
The parking spots are always bigger at the liqour store.
I miss things.
I don't make enough money to afford the things that would make me cool.
Free Thought trying to escape mental slavery.
A disaster of dialectics somehow fused together by what I can only assume to be some kind of terrifying accidental lightning.
The parking spots are always bigger at the liqour store.
I miss things.
siv:
They make them bigger because the parkers are less precise. 
As soon as i get to a computer which doesn't shudder like an outraged duenna when i try to open two windows at once, i will take a gander at the site!
I didn't go to school for art (I went to Brown and majored in English and Art History), but i painted a lot in high school and have been drawing since i was 2 years old. The stuff on my site is all newish (done last year after not painting for 5 years or so) so it's sort of craptastic. but thanks!
As soon as i get to a computer which doesn't shudder like an outraged duenna when i try to open two windows at once, i will take a gander at the site!
I didn't go to school for art (I went to Brown and majored in English and Art History), but i painted a lot in high school and have been drawing since i was 2 years old. The stuff on my site is all newish (done last year after not painting for 5 years or so) so it's sort of craptastic. but thanks!
Now that lady has made herself a prime candidate for the Tittymail. You could probably make it the triple-hit tit/ass/cunt for her, she's never gonna notice.
And don't ya know it's the master plan, to keep all us smart kids down, and pay the monkeys loads of money whilst giving them ridiculous power that they have no idea of what to do with. Surely you can think of the one man that proves this rule.
Humility, a grand thing.