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hey look. still in the world.
So this past Saturday was Transvestite Soup(local midnight RHPS Live Cast)'s last show at the phenomenal Riverview theater. This makes me a sad panda indeed. Unfortunately, due to a lack of transport I hadn't been attending the show in a while. Fantastically was able to secure transportation for their final show however, so that was just incredible.
In other-ish news, kinda vaguely working on getting a new wheelchair. Yay...? No I'm excited, considering this one is quite literally falling apart. It's just a whole new thing I don't quite know how to do, which always makes me nervous. But yes i'm quite excited by the idea. for you walkies, imagine you get to pick out a new sert of legs. They can be as sexy, and durable, and strong, and fast as you can imagine, desire, and/or afford. How sweet is that!? And now I've run out of things to say, so here's the part where I x-post the update I made to my Myspace blog earlier today...
So, once upon a time, I had a certain friend whom, due to to his often emotionally abusive behavior, and general sociopathic personality, I cast a banishing spell against. Yeah, I used to be really into witchcraft, not as much anymore, but it’s something I still return to when I feel the desire. And, well, for the next 5 years, I had no reason to acknowledge his existence at all. But now he’s turned up again in a most unpleasant place... my dreams. Seriously, like the last 3 or 4 nights I’ve had dreams about him. It’s not really so bothersome I guess, but, it’s just a bit annoying. not like, "OMG, I Can’t go to sleep" or anything. Just like... grr.. get outta my brain, fucktard, I banished you for a reason. My big fear is that the dreams are going to lead to him popping up in real life, which is something I’d *really(!!!)* rather avoid. Like, a lot. The kicker of course is that, although I don’t really recall in particular what the dreams are about, the general idea that I’m getting is that, well, I should forgive him. And... yeah, just nagonna. Five years is a long time to hang onto a grudge, and I just don’t feel like giving it up. So there. Suck it, universe.
So this past Saturday was Transvestite Soup(local midnight RHPS Live Cast)'s last show at the phenomenal Riverview theater. This makes me a sad panda indeed. Unfortunately, due to a lack of transport I hadn't been attending the show in a while. Fantastically was able to secure transportation for their final show however, so that was just incredible.
In other-ish news, kinda vaguely working on getting a new wheelchair. Yay...? No I'm excited, considering this one is quite literally falling apart. It's just a whole new thing I don't quite know how to do, which always makes me nervous. But yes i'm quite excited by the idea. for you walkies, imagine you get to pick out a new sert of legs. They can be as sexy, and durable, and strong, and fast as you can imagine, desire, and/or afford. How sweet is that!? And now I've run out of things to say, so here's the part where I x-post the update I made to my Myspace blog earlier today...
So, once upon a time, I had a certain friend whom, due to to his often emotionally abusive behavior, and general sociopathic personality, I cast a banishing spell against. Yeah, I used to be really into witchcraft, not as much anymore, but it’s something I still return to when I feel the desire. And, well, for the next 5 years, I had no reason to acknowledge his existence at all. But now he’s turned up again in a most unpleasant place... my dreams. Seriously, like the last 3 or 4 nights I’ve had dreams about him. It’s not really so bothersome I guess, but, it’s just a bit annoying. not like, "OMG, I Can’t go to sleep" or anything. Just like... grr.. get outta my brain, fucktard, I banished you for a reason. My big fear is that the dreams are going to lead to him popping up in real life, which is something I’d *really(!!!)* rather avoid. Like, a lot. The kicker of course is that, although I don’t really recall in particular what the dreams are about, the general idea that I’m getting is that, well, I should forgive him. And... yeah, just nagonna. Five years is a long time to hang onto a grudge, and I just don’t feel like giving it up. So there. Suck it, universe.