I posted this over on facebook, but I haven't really gotten any useful responses, so I thought I'd ask here as well:

It looks like I may have the chance to ask Madonna a question this week. Questions are vetted ahead of time, which means 1.) I kind of need to think of one now, and 2.) it needs to be good enough to get chosen, though, of course, 3 ( Read more... )

I've been slacking, but here's the latest:

( Strange things in the duck pond )

These are pictures from last Thursday in Boston, as well as traveling back from Boston to Pittsburgh:

( Boston: Day 3 )

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Well, it's morning again. I talked to n0thingman a little while ago, and he's feeling all hungover and crappy, so maybe we're not going to get together until later. I was still in bed when he called, and somehow it got to the topic of me and unixd0rk, and I commented that this was the first Saturday I'd spent without him since ... well, since I'm not exactly sure ( Read more... )

So what are the etiquette rules when it comes to wanting to write about someone in your LJ when you know that they read your LJ?

Oh, screw it. He kissed me. Or, I suppose, technically I kissed him. It doesn't matter. Well, it does ... I mean ... oh, what the hell do I mean? I don't know. I'm sick and sleep deprived and need to get ready for work ( Read more... )

It's 5:51 am. At about 5:20, I think I gave up on trying to sleep. For the most part I just flat out couldn't, but every so often I would actually drift off, only to wake with a start ... sweaty, out of breath, scared. Big fun, let me tell you ( Read more... )

I don't know what the fuck to do anymore.

I don't think H.W.S.R.N. and I are dating ... I don't even know if we're "lovers" (Have we been? Sure. Is it a constant state of being, a "we are" statement? I have no idea ...) I don't know what the fuck he wants. I don't know if he knows ( Read more... )

I just sent this in an email.

I know I haven't really updated much since Bob died, and I figured this would be an OK return to LiveJournal, albeit brief.

Here, then, is the email:

I had a dream that you and I went to see "Rent." Then I was walking down the stairs and I was blind and Dan (Bob's roommate) stopped to help me, although I said I didn ( Read more... )

It occurs to me that I've been telling the story of my New Years Eve in various bits and pieces to various friends, but perhaps I might want to jot it down here for posterity ( Read more... )