committedsavage

This is the time that we all walk together and fully alone. We traverse the time between life and death in a strange dream. Bubbles and fizz the incessant noise in the ears that passes for an internal monologue that occupies the days of people in the dream.

Plunging the pipes. Ouch.

Thanks to them bollocksing up my class, we now meet independently for a semester...upside? We get to meet at a rad food and boozerama right down the road from me. No car required.

Booyah.

I have been spending so much time in Japanese class and climbing, I haven't posted in ages.

On the up-side, I am leading up to 11 now.

Sold abould 3/4 of my tea. Still have some good stuff.

Drinking Formosa Silvertip right now.

Back in Seattle. With about 15 new teas.

Word.

The kindness and generosity of the people of Taiwan floors me. I can't express this adequately.

Feel much better not. Jet-lagged like a mo-fo, but at least there's no chartreuse-induced dementia. Fuck that was intense.

Back on tea.

Wow, half a bottle of Chartreuse in me and the best I can come up with is, "How do I explain: Break On Through" in Japanese?

I am so not level today.

Ha He Ho

Jerry Fallwell is fucking dead.

One down.

Now if we can get rid of that Focus On The Family peckerhead, we'd be off to a good start.

My tattoo is now at 8+ hours and almost complete.

Fucking awesome.

I am going back to Taiwan for a while yet again.

Today is tattoo day. Another 3 hours under the needle and then I can come home and XBox360 myself into oblivion.

Fuck yes.

Well, that did the trick.

I bought a new pack, a couple of bags of holds, and some screws and turned my basement into a climbing and fighting gym. Hell yes. I can climb, work out, and beat the shit out of the bag at all hours, day or night. It's like having a gym that only plays music I like.

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