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Choosing a New Year's resolution is sort of like choosing an excuse to call out sick from work.
It was too late!
Tonight's highlight was crashing a birthday party off Dekalb Avenue, getting really drunk and finding myself dancing to the Jackson 5's ABC with a small beagle that had wandered unto the dancefloor in search of cake.
There I was: lost on the long way home.
Eleven years ago in another city, in another life:
I am in command of a battalion of little Buddhas and pocket sized Ganeshes.
Poetry: I like to think of this first video as a glimpse at my imaginary 1950's girlfriend.
Back in Atlanta after an excruciating, heart-warming and bitter sweet week.
I've thought for years that someone should do a TV series based on Robert Kirkman's long running comic book zomb-dram Walking Dead.
I'm scheduled to work half the night as 'DOOR SHERIFF' but after that (hopefully) I'll be getting my drunk on and dancing the way angels fuck to some serious machine-gun music.
I'm sitting on the #83 docked at Oakland City Station when the old woman staggered onto the bus.
...and punch and kick and punch and kick and swooooop down low.
Choosing a New Year's resolution is sort of like choosing an excuse to call out sick from work.
It was too late!
Tonight's highlight was crashing a birthday party off Dekalb Avenue, getting really drunk and finding myself dancing to the Jackson 5's ABC with a small beagle that had wandered unto the dancefloor in search of cake.
There I was: lost on the long way home.
Eleven years ago in another city, in another life:
I am in command of a battalion of little Buddhas and pocket sized Ganeshes.
Poetry: I like to think of this first video as a glimpse at my imaginary 1950's girlfriend.
Back in Atlanta after an excruciating, heart-warming and bitter sweet week.
I've thought for years that someone should do a TV series based on Robert Kirkman's long running comic book zomb-dram Walking Dead.
I'm scheduled to work half the night as 'DOOR SHERIFF' but after that (hopefully) I'll be getting my drunk on and dancing the way angels fuck to some serious machine-gun music.
I'm sitting on the #83 docked at Oakland City Station when the old woman staggered onto the bus.
...and punch and kick and punch and kick and swooooop down low.
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on 2010-01-01 04:04 pm (UTC)4 a.m. and sleepless after my earlier questing, killing, dueling and kissing with the warlock N.
shivering with flu and very weak this weekend.
Rideout is back in black, thank the gods.
Two days of helping/hindering, working all day and my arms numb from hoisting the axe, ending in victory/humiliation!!
M sent a message.
Was actually drawing some COMIX..you know.. funnies.. single panel... hahas.. last night and they are turning out surprisingly well!
The Shaytaan is the father of the jinn according to many scholars.
And, this search of its origins led me to a path of Internets and imaginings I enjoy.
Has anyone been in Shattrath lately and noticed Adal's new "friend"??
Dreamed or rather contemplated (in that snooze-button hour) of a mask that wept golden tears, which pooled in a tray, and was recycled into the atmosphere as a rain with gold flecks like that perfume my grandma used to have on her magical perfume-tray.
Wow!