Remember once upon a time when I used to blog on SG? Oh, those were the dayyyss. Ha.

I have been in a serious state of transition and sort of struggling with it all. I really can't stand small towns; I am not cut out even for a temporary stint.

Since I've moved:

I have not won at trivia, ever.
I've started a local women's music night
I've secured more than $150K for my job (apparently; they told me these numbers yesterday)
I went back to Boston for the first time in years
I got a really amazing sea siren/mermaid chick tattooed on my right calf that took a couple sittings... That calf is getting delightfully close to finished
I got published both in print and online, and I haven't been trying to get published left and right.
I was there for a friend's first testosterone shot (he is transitioning FTM-- that's a pretty wild moment!)
I saw Emily Wells perform for the first time and it was amazing
I have decided on a cohesive way to refinish some of my furniture YAYYYYYY
I reconnected with some old friends
Some bad things have happened that I don't want to talk about
Also, I've been having a tooth ache.

I want to put up some photos but my internet is being an asshole!
Tell me about YOUR life...?

Happy birthday to me, I'm 1/4 century.


Also, last night, my team sort of sucked at trivia but we had fun ANYWAY.

Have you ever wanted to hear me sing? Probably not.
But now you can! (Will you?)

I event posted two songs that mention birds and feathers.
http://soundcloud.com/frankiebraineater/feathers
http://soundcloud.com/frankiebraineater/hunting-ground/s-PUi9O

Disclaimer: I am wickedly sloppy/out of practice on the guitar.
Also....... they were all recorded as voice memos in my iPhone... HA. Go on.

PS
I don't consider myself a hell of a musician. I just like to fuck around with words and tunes.

Sometimes, I feel wayyyyy too old to be on SG.

I MADE YOU A VIDEO!
But then my phone died, so I can't upload it yet... Yes, it is in my phone.

I keep fucking up my knuckles. Kinda looks a little bit awesome, but also, girls keep thinking I'm much more a trouble maker than I really am. Not sure what I think about this.

Also, I NEED TO FUCKING MOVE.
Where should I go?
I keep saying NYC NYC NYC but then I think maybe I'm wrong.

I spent today channeling my inner Glenn Danzig. Crunchy, dark, heavy, melodramatic, supernatural, low-tempo, demon-crooning. Also, I was hanging out with my black cat. Very clearly a Danzig day, in the apocalyptic snowstorm. One day, I *will* share some of this music. YEA RIGHT! Ha.

Also, a scathing little bit of poetry about someone I knew once upon a time is being published.

Last night I saw an amazing chick perform impromptu at open mic.
Also last night, I was with a friend for something really awesomely important and even though it has nothing to do with me, I'm all excited about it.

For my quarter-century birthday, I want...
... to borrow my dad's accordion (he already said I can) and learn to play (I just know the very very basics)
... for someone to buy me an acoustic guitar
... Zero pints of green beer (I am right before St-Pat's so I inevitable celebrate that weekend)

Hirax: it's what's for breakfast!

Have I ever told you how much I love listening to thrash first thing in the morning? Pancakes just aren't the same when eaten in auditory peace.

So, who wants to be my Valentine? And why should I pick you?

I don't understand why people get upset if they are single on Valentine's Day. It's just another day, ladies n gents n all those in between. It's a great day to indulge yourself a little-- use any excuse, right?

I'm getting up and taking the dog for a run and then coming back to do my usual yoga-pilates-thing. Sanity.

I'm making vegan chocolate chip scones for breakfast (unless I decide I want raisin toast, which seems really boring but I don't care because I really, really love it) with a giant cup of tea.

I'm organizing the calendar for work and updating everything so I'm stress free.

I'm buying myself a month subscription to watch the Crash Pad Series (Valentine's gift to myself last year, too). Hooray for hot queer porn!

At lunch time, I might decide to make stellar coconut-dark chocolate truffles. Sometimes I put whiskey in them. I will gift them to pretty much anyone I see for the rest of the week.

I will text my single and self-pitying friends so they know I love them.

I have a major deadline on Wednesday for a city guide I've been writing, so I'll hopefully curl up with my sweet kitty cat and do all my last minute edits.

Depending on how schedules work out, I may drink vodka, watch queer porn, and have sex with the very attractive gender-non-conforming-individual (PC much?) with whom I have often been having sex. If schedules do not work out, that's ok, because I will just make myself an awesome dinner and start reading a new book and listen to records. Or I'll go out to a bar and keep a lonely stranger company (not in a sexytime way), because it might really make someone's night to have someone cheerful chat with them.

Yea, so that is whattttt's up. And you?

Here, a really macho picture of me half taking my pants off.
Look ma, no head!


Now you can...
follow me on tumblr:
Almost Too Good To Eat : all things pretty and yummy.
Anywhere In Between : a big queer blog that occasionally includes pictures of hot girls who like other hot girls.

In other news, writing way too many songs
writing way too much in general


had a wildly fucked up trip out on the astral plane last night... still recovering. Who needs drugs when you have my brain? Christ.