livingoutloud

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.

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...
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Booked a tattoo apointment for later this week. wurd.

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'...
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Damn I love it when I'm right.

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...
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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...
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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...
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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.