Tomorrow I have to fire a friend of mine.
I know its totally necessary and justifiable...still, I'm gonna feel like one monster shithead.
I know its totally necessary and justifiable...still, I'm gonna feel like one monster shithead.
Went out last night with my circus freak friends. they are all hoopers or firedancers or beautiful contortionists.
And they are all nuts.
They like drink, and yell, and dance, and start fights they can't possibly finish. They expect me to help out with that part.
This morning I'm nurseing a fat lip and a narsty hangover. I don't really know where my credit card is and I've lost one of my favorite earrings.
But i feel good. I've been so damn uptight and overworked. It was great to go out and get rowdy again.
And they are all nuts.
They like drink, and yell, and dance, and start fights they can't possibly finish. They expect me to help out with that part.
This morning I'm nurseing a fat lip and a narsty hangover. I don't really know where my credit card is and I've lost one of my favorite earrings.
But i feel good. I've been so damn uptight and overworked. It was great to go out and get rowdy again.
Work is wearing my shit all out.
I'd explain, but frankly I'm rather tired of talking about it.
I did however convince them to give me my thanksgiving vacation days in early october rather than on thanksgiving. Why on earth would I want that?
Oh, well, because my pretty panamanian sailor boy has arranged for me to come back to his ship as a 'guest' (read as 'free'). And I'm going.
I'll admit it. I'm smitten.
Its very foolish of me.
I'm behaving like a stupid girl.
Just can't seem to give a damn though.
I'd explain, but frankly I'm rather tired of talking about it.
I did however convince them to give me my thanksgiving vacation days in early october rather than on thanksgiving. Why on earth would I want that?
Oh, well, because my pretty panamanian sailor boy has arranged for me to come back to his ship as a 'guest' (read as 'free'). And I'm going.
I'll admit it. I'm smitten.
Its very foolish of me.
I'm behaving like a stupid girl.
Just can't seem to give a damn though.
So I took a holiday on a tall ship in the British Virgin Islands.
It was rad....Gorgeous sunrises, crazy snorkeling, powder fine beaches, and a through excess of rum.
But the real news is the beautiful Panamanian second mate who spent the week in my cabin.
Its oh so very "How Stella Got Her Groove Back"
While there I met a woman from New Jersey who met a rastifarian magician while on holiday and decided to quit her life, move to the islands, and open a bar on the beach.
These days, I'm thinking its not so bad of an idea.
It was rad....Gorgeous sunrises, crazy snorkeling, powder fine beaches, and a through excess of rum.
But the real news is the beautiful Panamanian second mate who spent the week in my cabin.
Its oh so very "How Stella Got Her Groove Back"
While there I met a woman from New Jersey who met a rastifarian magician while on holiday and decided to quit her life, move to the islands, and open a bar on the beach.
These days, I'm thinking its not so bad of an idea.
Packing for a sailing trip should be about preparing for escape, preparing for moments that will stand outside of time and to a certain extent, outside of history. It is not a prudent time to stumble across old journalbooks.
Thinking Back.......
"Another year in the desert, as we wander in vain
Our eyes blinded with ashes, our tongues silenced by flames
The lost tribe of Moses, sons and daughters of Cain
We reach to the heavens, and we wait for the rain"
"Come ye weary heavy laden
Bruised and mangled by the fall
If you tarry until you're better
You will never come at all"
"When I was just a young girl at my mothers knee
Shed hold me and speak of when I would marry
Never marry you a gambler or a drunkard cried she
And never marry you the preacher hes the worst of the three"
"Listen can you hear the hosts of angels weep and moan
The sound of thunder rising from the hill
Satans torn asunder that what God has set in stone
But that I could lie beside her still
See the bloodroot bloomin white as snow where she lay
The crimson earth coverin her face
The devil runs free and my true love is dead
And the blood cold river runs red, runs red
The blood cold river runs red."
"There is no sweet, no sweet in revenge
There is no power, no power in the blood
I gave my best, my best was never good enough
Now brothers Ill live, live my life without love
Lion of Judah, I crawl down from my throne
Another Pyrrhic victory, and I will be undone
Ive won every battle, but I have lost the war
And brothers, there is nothing left to fight for anymore"
"I'll return home to you in the dimming of day
As the sparrow returns to her nest
Ill return to your dreaming with each lullabye
Hold your sweet weary head to my breast"
"Another year in the desert, as we wander in vain
Our eyes blinded with ashes, our tongues silenced by flames
The lost tribe of Moses, sons and daughters of Cain
We reach to the heavens, and we wait for the rain"
"Come ye weary heavy laden
Bruised and mangled by the fall
If you tarry until you're better
You will never come at all"
"When I was just a young girl at my mothers knee
Shed hold me and speak of when I would marry
Never marry you a gambler or a drunkard cried she
And never marry you the preacher hes the worst of the three"
"Listen can you hear the hosts of angels weep and moan
The sound of thunder rising from the hill
Satans torn asunder that what God has set in stone
But that I could lie beside her still
See the bloodroot bloomin white as snow where she lay
The crimson earth coverin her face
The devil runs free and my true love is dead
And the blood cold river runs red, runs red
The blood cold river runs red."
"There is no sweet, no sweet in revenge
There is no power, no power in the blood
I gave my best, my best was never good enough
Now brothers Ill live, live my life without love
Lion of Judah, I crawl down from my throne
Another Pyrrhic victory, and I will be undone
Ive won every battle, but I have lost the war
And brothers, there is nothing left to fight for anymore"
"I'll return home to you in the dimming of day
As the sparrow returns to her nest
Ill return to your dreaming with each lullabye
Hold your sweet weary head to my breast"
When I click on my 'friends' tab the site states that I have no friends. This is upsetting.
I have noticed that the symptoms of my recent case of plague increase when I am in my bed. I have embarked on a massive sanitation mission in hopes of saving my last remaining threads of slumber.
When agreeing to work on a project with a friend you are, in fact, taking a great risk. They could endear themselves to you immeasurably or, most likely, they can unwittingly forfeit all future good times between you two.
Friends are for drinking and smoking and dancing and cursing and bitching and flailing and other such nonsense. You don't necessarily have to evaluate your level of respect for a friend. But once you work with someone, and once they prove themselves incapable, incompetent, or even mediocre, you can't really hang out anymore. Once I'm fully aware of how little I respect a persons abilities I can no longer enjoy their personality.
The Avett Brothers. Been listening to them pretty regularly. Its good shit.
I have noticed that the symptoms of my recent case of plague increase when I am in my bed. I have embarked on a massive sanitation mission in hopes of saving my last remaining threads of slumber.
When agreeing to work on a project with a friend you are, in fact, taking a great risk. They could endear themselves to you immeasurably or, most likely, they can unwittingly forfeit all future good times between you two.
Friends are for drinking and smoking and dancing and cursing and bitching and flailing and other such nonsense. You don't necessarily have to evaluate your level of respect for a friend. But once you work with someone, and once they prove themselves incapable, incompetent, or even mediocre, you can't really hang out anymore. Once I'm fully aware of how little I respect a persons abilities I can no longer enjoy their personality.
The Avett Brothers. Been listening to them pretty regularly. Its good shit.
Glass of shiraz, a copy of Henry and June, 1/2 gallon of orange paint, monster sized sharpie, random tissue paper pattern pieces..........time to make some cliche wall art.
