At yoga on Thursday, under the careful instruction of Feng, I came to the first of a series of conclusions, perhaps the first I'd been searching for when I decided to take this year of chastity and introspection upon myself. I've been bending my own rules ever so slightly, in spirit especially, and yet the reasoning for my initial resolution spoke ( Read more... )

You could say things sort of fell apart after the stabbing, and like a true mirror of life I found out not so long ago that Commando has been dating again, in some fasion. It was over, of course, it has been over, and yet ( Read more... )

The great downfall of my sanity is that I am stronger than I think I am, and the universe knows it. If anything, I can say I survive. When the man I was dating robbed me blind and beat me up, forcing me into joblessness and homelessness, I survived (and left him, by the way). When I lost the ability to follow my dream of singing, soon followed ( Read more... )

I did something, which I choose not to disclose to all and sundry, which makes me feel not so good about myself. I'm forgiving of other people, but unforgiving of my own mistakes (which probably makes for a great ballet kind of attitude, we are all nuts). Of course, this leads to an unholy depression and... well.. that age old addiction once ( Read more... )

SMB XI was just an oversized version of Bound, although I thought it was cool that the current venue is conveniently where Coyote Ugly used to be and right off the Chinatown metro (and across from Chinatown Express, the 'noodles in window' place). I was entirely too bitchy with Gremlin and DarkElectric, mostly hungry and tired after working too ( Read more... )