feel, feel, feelings
I've seen 2 people in the past 24 hours that I haven't seen in a long time and it felt very nice. Last night I hung out with Kiki and it was really incredible. I really love people that force me to interact with them and myself and who don't allow me to not be mindful of where I am and what I'm thinking and why I think the way I do about things. Sigh is also someone who is really nice to talk to. I just saw him at the bookstore. He is back in town. I wonder if he has my stripper pipe I loaned him the day before he left? I really don't care one way or the other, but that pipe helps to remind me why I will never be a nominee for the U.S. Supreme Court ... or allowed into Canada any time soon.
I feel really nice today and yesterday, sans the 50% lockjaw that is slowing healing but still incredibly painful. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with my mouth (grinding teeth? rotten teeth? grinding, rotten teeth?) but I hope that it's one of those weird things that makes you want to chop your head off one week and then disappears the next.
I finally feel like I am slowing down just a little bit and getting some perspective on what is important to me and what is bullshit and what is neither and/or either. The tour I recently went on was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Because when the camel broke, some weird green-ish ooze poured out that reminded me of rotten spaghetti, which in turn, reminded me of how easy it is to get caught up in other people's expectations and obligations and, in turn, get stuck going through motions and becoming apathetic and passionless with things that should be fun and rewarding.
Last night I was trying to sleep and I couldn't as I was having some J.Z. DTs so I rode a wet bike to the aesthetically pleasing studio apartment that will be available in January to sublet for the low price of only $420 ;) and got my cuddle on. It was a really nice ride in the somewhat warm night and I kept looking for stars and comets and UFOs and ghosts but I only saw people leaving Powell's Pub and worms. That was nice too.
I feel really nice today and yesterday, sans the 50% lockjaw that is slowing healing but still incredibly painful. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with my mouth (grinding teeth? rotten teeth? grinding, rotten teeth?) but I hope that it's one of those weird things that makes you want to chop your head off one week and then disappears the next.
I finally feel like I am slowing down just a little bit and getting some perspective on what is important to me and what is bullshit and what is neither and/or either. The tour I recently went on was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Because when the camel broke, some weird green-ish ooze poured out that reminded me of rotten spaghetti, which in turn, reminded me of how easy it is to get caught up in other people's expectations and obligations and, in turn, get stuck going through motions and becoming apathetic and passionless with things that should be fun and rewarding.
Last night I was trying to sleep and I couldn't as I was having some J.Z. DTs so I rode a wet bike to the aesthetically pleasing studio apartment that will be available in January to sublet for the low price of only $420 ;) and got my cuddle on. It was a really nice ride in the somewhat warm night and I kept looking for stars and comets and UFOs and ghosts but I only saw people leaving Powell's Pub and worms. That was nice too.