equinoxious
The dryads had a kegger last night, it seems. This morning, the campus is strewn with leaves, pieces of bark, and tiny plastic cups. They brought the crisp air with them, as well, and I am in heaven as I scrunch across leaves in my big boots and Horka the Jacket. Warning: espresso, while being my personal eighth wonder of the world, feels not at all wonderful coming out the nasal cavities. Which is why you should put all beverages down before viewing my new favorite website. It is indeed worksafe, except for the embedded midi file, which is patently offensive to all sensibilities but mine. (I think midi files are cute. No, really!) Current mood: Current music:
Read Moreburning
I am so excited. Tonight I bought my plane ticket to Tucson for the DruidMuck get-together in just a few weeks. I can’t wait to see Druid, Ergazork, Sam, Wendy, Tyee, OliverJones, a781, and maybe even more folks who might decide to join us. The last get-together of this kind was over two years ago, and we had ridiculous amounts of fun. I’ve known some of these folks for ten years now. Ten whole years. Current mood: Current music:
Read More[meme] what is it with the dead frogs, people?
I’m suspicious of these brown nugget-shaped entities that are referred to as “candy” … My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul cygnoir goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Number 6. cirocco tricks you! You get a piece of tinfoil. ergazork gives you 1 brown coffee-flavoured nuggets. funkyplaid gives you 15 tan cherry-flavoured nuggets. inkbot tricks you! You get a thumbtack. lara gives you 10 orange coconut-flavoured pieces of chewing gum. lvx gives you 18 pink grape-flavoured pieces of chewing gum. mish tricks you! You get a dead frog. parklygirl gives you 14 teal lemon-flavoured pieces of taffy. randomlife tricks you! You get a dead frog. tyee gives you 16 purple lemon-flavoured gummy bats. cygnoir ends up with 74...
Read Morea forest
o you brought me the piece of paper that’s so kind of you the piece of paper was just what i needed you think of everything don’t you little sweet thing everything don’t you when clouds billow past you when i feel your silent rage open up and my hairs stand on end every little hair tall like a pine tree like a pine tree with no needles like dead pine you think of everything and i am so glad because that means i don’t have to think of anything anything at all i can just flow free and easy and i’m like the sunset and i’m like the sunrise i am a forest i am a forest when you are angry with me all sharp edges and all needles underfoot and all smell of air right before a fire that thick lank smell of pulp from the factory stretches...
Read MoreI just don’t want to miss you tonight.
I suppose most couples have at least one song that’s theirs, a song they hear just before their first kiss, a song they dedicate to each other on the radio, or a song they dance to at their wedding reception. “Iris” was mine and Chad’s. I haven’t been able to listen to it all the way through since we broke up. Until today. I’m … okay. Sometimes I still miss him so much I cry, but I’m okay. And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
Read Morefound in translation
Charlotte: I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be. Bob: You’ll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you. Yes. After work last night, I escaped to another showing of “Lost in Translation”, this time with Ityllux. We had Junior Mints and giggled at previews. He enjoyed the movie, but not as much as I did. Then again, did anyone? That’s okay. It’s MY movie, and no one else can have it. Or something. Afterwards, we were both hungry for dinner and yet — AND YET — there is not a damned place in Marin that’s open past midnight except for Denny’s. The thought of Denny’s was hardly appealing to either of us, so we decided a quick...
Read Morenothing’s so bad
One of my employees’ mother died on Monday, so I am covering his night shift this week. This slow swing to the eventide, ramping up before supper and slowing down at midnight, makes me wistful. I sense what is missing from my life. I miss my hand held in another’s. An idea of being held onto is exactly what I have let go. I miss that breathless thrill right before a kiss, eyes from eyes to lips to eyes. I have not looked presciently at lips for so long. I miss watching someone approach and wondering if we will hug, or kiss, or just stop and say, “hi,” with a sort of headtilt, casual hand slung in pocket, half-reaching out, half-holding back. I miss not knowing exactly where it’s all going to go. I miss not knowing and not caring,...
Read Moresunday suck-all
Okay, okay, so I’m not great at remembering to post the Friday Fuck-All. Many people have reminded me this week, and I apologize. To make amends, here’s the Sunday Suck-All. The theme today is pettiness. Feel free to be REALLY petty here, since, well, it’s just a dorky list meme. Enjoy! Name something petty you look for in a mate. (Example: Can steer a car with his or her knees. Now you know mine. teehee.) Name something petty you have picked a fight over. (Bonus points if you’ve picked the fight with a total stranger. Extra bonus points if that total stranger was also wielding a weapon of some kind. Totally insanely crazy bonus points if you were not similarly armed.) Name something petty you want to change in the world. ...
Read Moreinside, alone, apart
Sometimes I do not do things I should do at the exact moment they should be done. This is more than procrastination, because I am not avoiding them; I will do them soon. Certain biological processes, including eating regular meals, fit into this category. Sometimes this is because I am distracted by what I am writing or reading, or because I am attending to something I consider more important, like finishing a work project, or helping a friend. Mostly it has to do with not living entirely in the physical realm. Headaches might take hours to consciously notice. Changes in temperature will not occur to me until I’m already shivering or sweating. I have spent hours staring at a wall in my room, awash in thoughts and feelings, both petty and profound. I...
Read Morethank you for not sucking
(… and thank you to Jason, for saying that to me.) The poetry reading went so well. I’m still dazed from it, although I expect to get to sleep very soon since I’ve exhausted myself from all the adrenaline. The best part of the night was the fact that my friends came to see me. I knew that Brina, David, Jason and Ityllux were planning on showing, and they all did, which made me so happy. But I was completely and wonderfully surprised by Heath in fancy duds sitting down next to me with a cup of coffee and just grinning at the shocked look on my face. (He drove all the way up from the Santa Cruz mountains without telling me he was even thinking of coming!) I read a lot of stuff. I decided to start off playing the mp3 of “Grow...
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