| facets of blue |
[Jul. 12th, 2006|06:25 pm] |
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It's not just that I miss him. I miss him all the time. He is in my thoughts as I fall asleep, when I dream, when I awake, throughout the day, and especially when I travel. Reminders of him are everywhere, from the army of items he has given me to the feel of the red blanket on the plane as I curl it around me. The feeling that hits me when I look out of the window on the plane and see the shoreline of St. Thomas, with that incredible blue water, takes my breath away. But, it is not that feeling of joy and awe that usually does so. It is his absence, pulling at me in tangible way, clenching my insides. My longing for him hits me so hard I have to turn away from the brilliant blue of the water. Blue that I know all too well matches his eyes. I still picture them from the day before, facets of blue and gray competing. I struggle to contain the feeling as the plane lands. Once it is at a standstill, I glance back out of the window. Remarkably, I see a vehicle approaching the plane, a vehicle with stairs on the top of it. It's the Bluth mobile! I press my fingers to my lips as the joy and laughter flood through me. Absent? How silly of me. He is right here with me, all of the time. |
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| Excerpts from "The Mermaid Chair" by Sue Monk Kidd |
[Jun. 28th, 2006|08:39 pm] |
...when a person was in need of cataclysmic change, of a whole new center in the personality, for instance, his or her psyche would induce an infatuation, an erotic attachment, an intense falling-in-love... Falling in love was the oldest, most ruthless catalyst on earth.
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It felt cruel and and astonishing to realize our relationship had never belonged out there in the world, in a real house where you wash socks and slice onions. It belonged in the shadowed linings of the soul.
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I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over, a million times daily - choosing love, then choosing it again, how loving and being in love could be so different. |
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| The Nun of that.... |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|09:30 pm] |
Not much is going on, Alec came down this past weekend. Saturday, we did laundry and went to eat at Ararat, the lesbian owned and pretty much operated Middle Eastern place by my house. The food was delicious, even though it was a BYOB/W place. i had a full on vegetarian meal - the first time I'd had one of those in a while. We played "Life" and we watched the Minimum-Maximum Live Kraftwerk DVD Sunday, which was fun. It was a mostly chill weekend.
Work was extremely busy this past week, that's good and bad. Good in the sense that I made a lot of money. Bad in the sense that I'm still really effin tired. |
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| The July Elle Magazine |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|10:31 pm] |
So, i was flipping through the new Elle and almost every spread in the magazine was on black fashion items. Black velvet purses, black rose rings, patent leather black knee high boots...
The two main looks I seemed to get from the mag this month were:
- Black and rock n' roll, think Ziggy Stardust in black or some looks were very london military punk rock mostly in blacks and whites, some plaid was thrown in.
- Black and victorian. Black and beautiful, delicious, awesome victorian.
I was in lurve with the entire issue. Sadly, i'm in a "i'm sick of black" phase right now, but these looks make black awesome again. |
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| Scientology shudders |
[Jun. 24th, 2006|03:38 pm] |
YTMND has been having a rash of anti-scientology posts lately for the simple fact that Scientology lawyers issued a cease and desist letter because they hosted a few YTMND's that were making fun of Scientology. Well, of course, that ensued a storm of YTMND's being made to make fun of it. Most were funny, and there are some truly funny ones - but this one, well, it's a bit darker than that.
http://theunfunnytruth.ytmnd.com/
Talks a lot about the deaths related to Scientology and how they've used their harassment policies to cause the ruin of a lot of lives. it's really very interesting, though it is long. i watched the whole thing though, it was very entrancing. |
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| Blue dress, plastic sandals |
[Jun. 24th, 2006|03:19 pm] |
cracked coffee-cream lips,
Eve offered to buy me ice cream and let me look ar her underwear. She's my brothers friend but she's cute and bisexual and I balled up a straw wrapper and dropped it down the front of her dress, right between her breasts. My brothers face exploded with blood and embarrassment. Teeth crunching on the ice in my water glass, she tells me: "Chewing on ice is a way to relieve sexual tension." In her blue dress and plastic sandals, she tells me: "I think you're cool."
following you,
caryatid
--- Zoe Trope's Please Don't Kill the Freshman |
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| Nice parenting, lady... |
[Jun. 24th, 2006|02:26 pm] |
Child eats *9* LSD laced sweettarts.
As many as nine LSD-laced candies disappeared during a gathering at a Northwest Austin apartment and, about an hour later, a 3-year-old boy was hallucinating, crying as he grasped at the air, police said.
The boy spent three days in Children's Hospital, at times in intensive care, before being discharged Wednesday and placed in a foster home. His mother, 22-year-old Ashli Rene Freas, faces a state jail felony charge of abandoning or endangering a child after the incident Sunday.
Sigh. People like this make me crazy.... |
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| First post |
[Jun. 13th, 2006|11:29 pm] |
Sherly Crow would probably say "The First Post Is the Deepest", but in this case, that probably won't hold true.
After work I swung by Whole Foods |
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