roguestenography

Tomorrow is a half day of work where I've finished my work, I'd like to get the journyman in my life something sweet, but he's not all that sentimental, and I don't get paid until all the fuss is done, and people go back to ifnoring everyone.

At least I'm making a tofurky, and to counterbalance my vegan efforts, cheesecake.

Today I realised I partake in a form of self mutilation I've just been in loads of denial about. Makes me wonder if denial is as pervasive as I think it is. Anyways the point of me saying something is I've had enough.

Also seeing as I don't really intend on much SG activity over the ... well day or two off, I hope you all find yourself amoung complete strangers, getting drunk and dancing, convinced utterly you've found a small measure of home. Or hell likewise with the family, but I'm all about trying to expand the closed nets of descency we practise.


I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye
I think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try
if you don't trust yourself for at least one minute each day...