the "quick and dirty"
less quick, more dirty.
ok, met cool chick Renee. We've been hanging out almost every day. she's a Sag, 23, 1/2 mexican, other half is irish/german/injun(like me!). plays guitar, paints, works for *bucks, has a P*I*M*P '77 Monte Carlo T-top, metallic royal blue, yum! has 3 cats, mortimer and elvis, we've been going running with my pup matrix, chillin & illin, writing, just generally having a grand time. she reminds me of _oblio in some ways, has that same awesome smile that lights up a room. very vibrant, cool chica. we are both going back to school, getting our shit together, she is a recovering alcoholic, and we are at eerily similar turning points in our lives. things are good.
tasha, cortni and heather got back, i finally called them yesterday and went to hang out with them and carlos and javi and whispalina, which was awkward at first, because i was still hurt, but for some reason when i left and brought Renee over, things were just *better*. Tash gave me an Ani poster "attack of the 5 foot woman!" which was cool. kind of a lame apology, but a nice gesture. i'm so easy. you don't even have to say sorry for me to forgive you. especially when its been a 13+ yr friendship.
i've been getting my head together, which, of course, involved going a little (read: vErY) insane first. I'll make a more detailed friend post later, but lets just say my dad threatened to kick me out. nice. i don't think it was that bad. meh.
fixed up the little red car-beastie, so now i have wheels until i can fix El Jeepo Athena. gonna start working at TX Land & Cattle on Lemmon. Moo.
Renee's Tio Donna wants me to be her roomie. Which would fucking rock. Donna is rad as hell. $200 flat/month, all bills. in Oaklawn, close to work, close to highways, great apt, great neighbors. really groovy. she'd be living in Canton at her ranch most of the time, anyway, building a theater there. fucking A. she writes plays, rides (2) harleys, digs rats, is a Capricorn (represent!), fufu butch, 40, ADHD, x-hippie/alcoholic, meow :P.
i'm tired. i left out a bunch. lovelies whispalina and archeia took me to Mexia/Tehuacana/Groesbeck, and we had a great time. went to an old pioneer cemetery that was on top of an indian cemetery, and i expected this great spiritual feeling, all ancestral-style, yadda yadda. erica said that people were afraid to go there at night, and basically that the spirits weren't all shiny-happy, that they seemed kinda hostile. so i go with tobacco offerings, prayers and blessings saying that we come in reverence and peace, etc... expecting them to warm up. i'm all "yay, ancestors of my people, cousins of my cousins, blah happy nice" and make my offerings and say my blessings and salutations, and i still have the strangest goddamn feeling. now, indian and slave ghosts tend to be the most notoriously unhappy/angry/fearsome, and with good bloody reason, but i figured if i explained, blah blah, my blood has your suffering, yadda, it'd be groovy. well, still, i had the most bizarre, conflicted feelings, something i had never experienced, and still can't describe. i was very confused. erica had said that she and some friends had gone there once near nightfall and had seen on the hill a row of firures, like they were ready for battle, and they had left rather hastily when they saw this. correct my story if it is off at all, archeia. so, we leave, its a cool cemetery, i'm confused still. we go by Trinity/Westmoreland College and read the historical markers about the college and town, and it has one for the cemetery. odd that it isn't *at* the cemetary, but whatever.
The cemetery was land that was home to the Tehuacana people, part of the Kiowa tribe, a peaceful farming people. Who were massacred on that site by a band of Cherokee. Cherokee. One of the 5 civilized tribes. In a land of aggressive and warlike Comanches and Apaches. Fucking Cherokees. They almost *never* did shit like that. I am Cherokee. No wonder I got that weird ass feeling. I got chills and teared up when I read that. It knocked me on my ass. I really want to research that and find out what the hell happened. did someone call someone's mama fat? did a Tehuacana say to the Cherokee chief, "Your squaw so ugly, her clan starved because her face scared the buffalo away?" Fucking bizarre.
I just wanted to go back and be like "dudes, i'm so fucking sorry!!!" if I go back, there is going to be a way bigger and way different and more involved ceremony. damn.
ok, met cool chick Renee. We've been hanging out almost every day. she's a Sag, 23, 1/2 mexican, other half is irish/german/injun(like me!). plays guitar, paints, works for *bucks, has a P*I*M*P '77 Monte Carlo T-top, metallic royal blue, yum! has 3 cats, mortimer and elvis, we've been going running with my pup matrix, chillin & illin, writing, just generally having a grand time. she reminds me of _oblio in some ways, has that same awesome smile that lights up a room. very vibrant, cool chica. we are both going back to school, getting our shit together, she is a recovering alcoholic, and we are at eerily similar turning points in our lives. things are good.
tasha, cortni and heather got back, i finally called them yesterday and went to hang out with them and carlos and javi and whispalina, which was awkward at first, because i was still hurt, but for some reason when i left and brought Renee over, things were just *better*. Tash gave me an Ani poster "attack of the 5 foot woman!" which was cool. kind of a lame apology, but a nice gesture. i'm so easy. you don't even have to say sorry for me to forgive you. especially when its been a 13+ yr friendship.
i've been getting my head together, which, of course, involved going a little (read: vErY) insane first. I'll make a more detailed friend post later, but lets just say my dad threatened to kick me out. nice. i don't think it was that bad. meh.
fixed up the little red car-beastie, so now i have wheels until i can fix El Jeepo Athena. gonna start working at TX Land & Cattle on Lemmon. Moo.
Renee's Tio Donna wants me to be her roomie. Which would fucking rock. Donna is rad as hell. $200 flat/month, all bills. in Oaklawn, close to work, close to highways, great apt, great neighbors. really groovy. she'd be living in Canton at her ranch most of the time, anyway, building a theater there. fucking A. she writes plays, rides (2) harleys, digs rats, is a Capricorn (represent!), fufu butch, 40, ADHD, x-hippie/alcoholic, meow :P.
i'm tired. i left out a bunch. lovelies whispalina and archeia took me to Mexia/Tehuacana/Groesbeck, and we had a great time. went to an old pioneer cemetery that was on top of an indian cemetery, and i expected this great spiritual feeling, all ancestral-style, yadda yadda. erica said that people were afraid to go there at night, and basically that the spirits weren't all shiny-happy, that they seemed kinda hostile. so i go with tobacco offerings, prayers and blessings saying that we come in reverence and peace, etc... expecting them to warm up. i'm all "yay, ancestors of my people, cousins of my cousins, blah happy nice" and make my offerings and say my blessings and salutations, and i still have the strangest goddamn feeling. now, indian and slave ghosts tend to be the most notoriously unhappy/angry/fearsome, and with good bloody reason, but i figured if i explained, blah blah, my blood has your suffering, yadda, it'd be groovy. well, still, i had the most bizarre, conflicted feelings, something i had never experienced, and still can't describe. i was very confused. erica had said that she and some friends had gone there once near nightfall and had seen on the hill a row of firures, like they were ready for battle, and they had left rather hastily when they saw this. correct my story if it is off at all, archeia. so, we leave, its a cool cemetery, i'm confused still. we go by Trinity/Westmoreland College and read the historical markers about the college and town, and it has one for the cemetery. odd that it isn't *at* the cemetary, but whatever.
The cemetery was land that was home to the Tehuacana people, part of the Kiowa tribe, a peaceful farming people. Who were massacred on that site by a band of Cherokee. Cherokee. One of the 5 civilized tribes. In a land of aggressive and warlike Comanches and Apaches. Fucking Cherokees. They almost *never* did shit like that. I am Cherokee. No wonder I got that weird ass feeling. I got chills and teared up when I read that. It knocked me on my ass. I really want to research that and find out what the hell happened. did someone call someone's mama fat? did a Tehuacana say to the Cherokee chief, "Your squaw so ugly, her clan starved because her face scared the buffalo away?" Fucking bizarre.
I just wanted to go back and be like "dudes, i'm so fucking sorry!!!" if I go back, there is going to be a way bigger and way different and more involved ceremony. damn.