The night before my birthday, and I'm too twitchy to sleep. I'm not sure why. There are fun plans for tomorrow, but not like . . . not supremely exciting. Not like, Bob comes to visit or other far-away friends ( Read more... )

I decided to name these NaBloPoMo by post number and not day number, because I knew there'd be times I slipped up. I was struck down with a migraine on Friday, had a really lovely LARP all day Saturday, and then expected to bang out a few yesterday ( Read more... )

I've been putting my bithday on the downlow this year. I have plans, and I actually don't want to force my friends to try to put me at the center of those plans. But since both the party-hosts for tomorrow's parties don't/can't read LJ, and I trust the party-attendees to keep my secret: fuck it ( Read more... )

Ack. What a week. I loved seeing my brother and his family, but I'm glad it's over. On Monday, I start a very demanding graphic design job. If I can hack it, it may be permenant. I'm replacing a too-slow designer, so I have to work triple-speed and impress the hell out of the President of the company, because he's trying me out as a favour to ( Read more... )

Right, so I promised you a Sexual Revelation. These butterflies in my tummy are amusing me to no end . . . I'm feeling somewhat like I did just before Coming Out (as Bi- telling my dad about my Poly life came much later) to my parents. I know you guys are open-minded, I doubt there will be any negative reactions to what I'm about to say, but ( Read more... )

My two most important apetites came raging back today. I feasted on flesh, both attached-to-Julius'-body and nicely-seared lamb. My heart is picking up its pace, marking the season. In my veins, my blood is singing, racing, laughing ( Read more... )

I must say, I feel mighty geeky right now. Here I am, typing an LJ entry on Phoenix on Kitsune, my beloved old iMac, while Photoshop is installing on Jumping Mouse. The two monitors are both smiling pretty colours at me. I have to remember that the keyboard on my lap does not rename folders on Jumping Mouse. All in all, I feel like Otto. He ( Read more... )

I had this nice frothy venting-type post building up in me for a few days, but I just had to read my Friends List today before writing it, now didn't I?

I'm sad and scared. tikvah has parents who are in Israel right now.

Closer to me, much much MUCH closer to me, ottomaton flies on a plane today and Sunday (or Monday, whenever his SF weekend is finished ( Read more... )

Last night, the war that I knew was impossible to prevent started.

I don't want to talk about it. I am tired and angry, and I feel guilty for not going to protests or spray-painting "you stupid fucks" on the side of the White House. As if any of that would have done any good. Now the world knows we're goons. Hand me my application for ( Read more... )

Sarah MacLachlan is good music for "female troubles ( Read more... )