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an update [Jun. 7th, 2009|12:27 am]
Today is a friend's birthday. So I hung out with him and a group of other guys at his rented condo for most of the day, played D&D in boardgame form(Talisman), and then declined to go to the strip club in order to go home and talk with my fiance. I'm entirely ok with the way today went. Tomorrow is work. Let's hope it's not crazy busy.
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once [Feb. 12th, 2009|11:17 pm]
I knew a girl once. Or thought I did. I thought I was in love with her. No, I take that back. I really was in love with her. Guess that was a mistake on my part. The girl lived far away for a time, and fell in love with someone else. I didn't know, didn't suspect, thought everything was perfect and peachy. The girl got married to someone else, and got pregnant by someone else. I didn't know, didn't suspect. I saw the girl for a few days before I went off to college in the little town. Didn't know, didn't suspect. Later, the girl disappeared. One day to the next, poof, gone. 8 months later I learn everything. She's not worth my attention or acknowledgement, so really, there's no reason for this except to ...I don't know.

Now I'm engaged, and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with the wonderful lady, who lives in Atlanta, had a dog named Loki, works at Apple, and studies all sorts of judicial cases for her political science degree. There will probably be up and downs in the relationship, but that's ok. We'll work through them. After all, that's what couples do. And we'll move on, and experience the decades together.
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... [Jan. 9th, 2009|12:52 am]
I'm still alive.

Just thought I'd mention it.
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Wonderful news. [May. 5th, 2008|01:54 pm]
The airship has been named. The HMS Twilight will soon fly the skies.
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[Current Location |room]
[mood |creative]
[music |scarling.]

It's a slow, gradual cycle. Fill body with black, caffinated sludge, sugared, just pour it down. Drink too much anyways, some days. Gotta cut down that 2-cup-a-day habit. Heavy, dirty feeling somewhere deep down, hard to tell exactly. Mouth gritty and teeth coated in a coffee-slick.

Gets to be enough, so you reach into the cabinet, pull out some of the little bags, crushed leaves and whatnot. Flowers? Hibiscus. Water and honey, and it's like a Zen thing. Purification. Good for you. It's a comfort thing. Sip it slow, nice and hot. Thankful for microwaves, but wish sometimes for the time and materials to do it the old-fashioned way. Teapot, little sugar tin, some cookies maybe. Who does that anymore? Shame, really.
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[mood |calmcalm]

Drive is a damn good show. I must watch more episodes. Thankfully, I can do this online. Go technology.
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originally uploaded by Oniichan.
New haircut, as you can see.

Just got back from hanging out with someone I've known online for a few months now. I need to introduce more people to the Tango Tea Room, it's fun. ^_^ In a bit I'm off to rehearsal, to run the show... then I get back, and I think it's time to......


Yeah. As was pointed out to me, stuff never seems messy until someone else sees it. And so I'm going to need to clean tonight. Organize. Straighten. Fix. All that jazz. I still think I'm slightly OCD, but often stuff doesn't bug me until it's pointed out. And now I just want to fix everything. If I didn't have to go to rehearsal, I would.
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Career. [Mar. 25th, 2007|01:55 pm]
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[Current Location |room, apt, corpus]
[mood |creative]
[music |regina spektor]

"What do you do?"

The little girl looked up at the man. An old stuffed rabbit was clutched under her arm. One of its ears had a green fabric scrap sewn into it. Large blue eyes looked up and up with the seriousness that only a 4-year old who absolutely requires an answer can muster. She tugged again at the man's hose.

"I protect, and I serve. And when my lord needs me, I fight. I use my sword, which I call Sorrow, to make sure that the world is a good place to live. What do you do?"

"I play. This is Bobo. He helps me." She held up the rabbit by a scruffy ear. "Mommy loves me. She says I'm a good girl. What's your name? I'm Christie."

"I don't have a name. All I know is how to fight, and help those who need it. I expect that I'll get a name someday, maybe." The man added a second apple to his basket. A frown crossed his face, some fleeting memory of lost love. He sighed, shook his head, and gave the little girl a smile.
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How very droll... [Mar. 19th, 2007|09:47 pm]
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[Current Location |roooom]
[mood |creative]

I woke up a dead man. Or rather, the first thing I experienced after regaining consciousness was the feeling of fingers closing my eyes. Next came the sound of a voice. It sounded somewhat agitated, and said:

"Come on Phil, I've told you to stop joking around with the cadavers! All these pranks get fucking old after awhile."

A door closed, and I opened my eyes. I was cold, and shortly realized that I was also naked but for a small blue cloth covering my groin. The room around me was sterile, painted in that light sea-green color that was supposed to calm you down, but never really does. Instead, it says "You are in a place where pain, panic, and fear are commonly experienced." I wasn't a fan of any of those, so thoughts began coalescing in my head that maybe I should stand up and find an exit.

The floor was cold. Very, very cold. It hit me then that I was indeed naked, and in what seemed to be a morgue. Either that, or some evil genius' underground operating room. I opted for the former, and made my way to the door - which was locked. Droll. How very, fucking droll.
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2007|06:13 pm]
[mood |lonelylonely]

I'm venting again, and I know I do it too often here. I don't care. Is it too much to ask to want to hear from my girlfriend more than once every few weeks? Too much to expect even a short email saying "I'm really busy, sorry, I love you"? I've heard less and less often from her, and I'm afraid that I could count the number of times we've talked since January on one hand. I like emailing. I don't like sending email after email with no response or acknowledgement. I'm lonely at night, and times like now when I have nothing to focus on. I'm questioning everything. I hate it. I just want some sort form of communication. I want my Zeraphyna back. =(
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