been away from computers and media in general for 24 hrs and let me just say how good it feels . . . felt?
busted out onto the town last afternoon/eve/night. got painted and attended a club opening with free food/ aka all of providence was there. did so much catching up, largely with people i haven't seen in 1-2 years. now the pressure's off and i have another good couple of years before i do that again (it was fucking chaos). wish i'd brought a camera . . .
in retrospect, the third best part of the evening was returning all the books i got as xmas gifts to borders, exchanging them for stuff i really wanted. anne carson's new one looks amazing.
the second best part was just hanging around in my bf's appartment with his roommate, talking shit. i mean, come on, good company. the fact that they've got a new kitten on the premises which kept doing those surprising-itself things that cute little kittens do did not hurt, either.
the best part was deciding to move back into the city (i live 20 minutes outside of it right now). that's right, kids . . . i'm moving back in with the boi. we lay on his bed yesterday and talked and planned and honestly, it felt like christmas, which is something i never expected. i've been holding out on him this time, as round 1 of living together lasted something like 9 years and ended, er, poorly. so after a good 1.5 years of waiting and watching the 2 of us try to mend, something suddenly clicked and it feels right to at least give it another go.
this may be the most "normal" journal entry you'll ever get outta me, so enjoy it while you can, if you're into this sorta thing you pervert.
for those of you who have been following my weird little details, i've decided to stay here in the thinly-veiled "old-folks" development with grandma until June 1. it's hard to know where she'll be at by then, health-wise, but things have been getting more unruly and beyond my capacity to give her what she needs. at the same time, i don't want to spring a change on her, or on my fam, too suddenly. on the bright side: my aunt and uncle have been preparing a room for her for a while now, so she will continue to be well-loved, with family.
this weekend will be spent resting up, readying for a 2 day jaunt to the community health clinic in vermont early next week. i love getting my physiology tinkered with. i'm also gonna give one of my favorite tarot decks to the desk-guy there who i'm CONVINCED is a closeted mega-pagan and member of a fullblown coven, etc. (not that there's anything wrong with that!) we will test kenyon's intuitive skills by noting his reaction on the exite-o-meter.
oh, resting includes corpse bride tomorrow at the $1.99 theater.
other news: i've decided to write a column for a free local weekly, a-la the silly column i wrote for another providence "rag" when i was a wee lass of 14. i figure this one has to be a little more distinguished. dammit. i thought of an advice column, as that's always been a fantasy of mine, but that area's already sort of covered. and besides, kenyon telling other people how to live=fun for me, maybe not so advantageous for them.
i thought about a poetry theme, but that's sorta gay, i know.
ideas?
busted out onto the town last afternoon/eve/night. got painted and attended a club opening with free food/ aka all of providence was there. did so much catching up, largely with people i haven't seen in 1-2 years. now the pressure's off and i have another good couple of years before i do that again (it was fucking chaos). wish i'd brought a camera . . .
in retrospect, the third best part of the evening was returning all the books i got as xmas gifts to borders, exchanging them for stuff i really wanted. anne carson's new one looks amazing.
the second best part was just hanging around in my bf's appartment with his roommate, talking shit. i mean, come on, good company. the fact that they've got a new kitten on the premises which kept doing those surprising-itself things that cute little kittens do did not hurt, either.
the best part was deciding to move back into the city (i live 20 minutes outside of it right now). that's right, kids . . . i'm moving back in with the boi. we lay on his bed yesterday and talked and planned and honestly, it felt like christmas, which is something i never expected. i've been holding out on him this time, as round 1 of living together lasted something like 9 years and ended, er, poorly. so after a good 1.5 years of waiting and watching the 2 of us try to mend, something suddenly clicked and it feels right to at least give it another go.
this may be the most "normal" journal entry you'll ever get outta me, so enjoy it while you can, if you're into this sorta thing you pervert.
for those of you who have been following my weird little details, i've decided to stay here in the thinly-veiled "old-folks" development with grandma until June 1. it's hard to know where she'll be at by then, health-wise, but things have been getting more unruly and beyond my capacity to give her what she needs. at the same time, i don't want to spring a change on her, or on my fam, too suddenly. on the bright side: my aunt and uncle have been preparing a room for her for a while now, so she will continue to be well-loved, with family.
this weekend will be spent resting up, readying for a 2 day jaunt to the community health clinic in vermont early next week. i love getting my physiology tinkered with. i'm also gonna give one of my favorite tarot decks to the desk-guy there who i'm CONVINCED is a closeted mega-pagan and member of a fullblown coven, etc. (not that there's anything wrong with that!) we will test kenyon's intuitive skills by noting his reaction on the exite-o-meter.
oh, resting includes corpse bride tomorrow at the $1.99 theater.
other news: i've decided to write a column for a free local weekly, a-la the silly column i wrote for another providence "rag" when i was a wee lass of 14. i figure this one has to be a little more distinguished. dammit. i thought of an advice column, as that's always been a fantasy of mine, but that area's already sort of covered. and besides, kenyon telling other people how to live=fun for me, maybe not so advantageous for them.
i thought about a poetry theme, but that's sorta gay, i know.
ideas?
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You can and it earned you a kiss attack.
One of my choice memories from the early 90's:
Will "the juggernaught" and girlfriend Samantha were having their usual drunken Sunday morning tiff across the street. Lane & I were enjoying a beverage, chatting and keeping an eye on them for entertainment purposes. Amidst the yelling Sam gets in the truck to leave. She has to pull out of the garage in the alley and come around the street in front to get anywhere. Will comes running around front, she's got the truck screeching sideways making the turn onto the street. Will gets into the middle of the street and stands there giving her two middle fingers, Sam puts the pedal to the floor fully intending to run Will over. Will jumps aside, but punches the door with all he's got and yells "I LOVE YOU, BITCH !!!!" at the back of the truck as she speeds away. He moseys over to show off his bloody knuckles and bum a beer. Not one to be sidetracked by rational thought he shared his troubless: "I love her so damn much guys, I don't know what to do." I'm going to KICK HER FUCKING ASS."