Day

Woke up late enough so by the time I wandered into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal, it was 10:30.

The aunts and Uncle-Fayoumis and I left to go help decorate the Guide Dogs for the Blind float for the Rose Bowl Parade. Once there, there was much wandering until we found something suitably non-complex to do, as the coordinator was on lunch break. We ended up bundling baby's breath.

I burned out after an hour, and we were ready to leave when Aunt-Fayoumis disappeared. She'd seen something interesting and run off. So we waited for her to find us again. Between this aand that, it was another 45 minutes before we could leave the stifling crowd.

After that, we wound up at Trader Joe's. Mmm, yummies! Guide-dog Aunt approved yummies! She is on a perpetual health-food kick, which makes her hard to live with.

Grandma's house. Put away groceries. Dinner soon.

weight

by Grandma's scale, 246. Odd.

Quietude

How long have I been existing in limbo? I don't want to go out and do anything anymore. I go to school, I go home.

Since when did I become agorophobic again?

Stuck In Head

Fragment of song: "Once upon a time, in your wildest dreams."

Reading in the Evening

I love Hine's way of putting things. (Prime Chaos, Phil Hine.) "Frater Implausible". *snerk*

My current Name isn't quite me anymore. That's something I've been coming to feel, but haven't quite known how
to express it. I suppose it's just been a season of changes. My sigil still represents me fairly, though. ...Well, maybe
the Name isn't quite used enough to be me. I've been expressing other bits of it that weren't in the picture before. It's
not a three-dimensional thing anymore.

I like it when I become more than myself. It's a season of change, still. Why stick with what I am when I haven't yet
explored what I could be?

Happy

I'm mostly warm, well-fed, and with interesting snacks from Trader Joe's from Guide Dog Aunt. Mmm, dried pineapple. And I have internet access.

My relatives are talking peacefully about crises long past, and I can hear the giggles from down the hall.

The Moody Blues "Your Wildest Dreams" lyrics

( lyrics )

Administrative:

Welcoming merryperseis and dragonheart97 to the [interrupted for mushy chat with yaksha42] friends list. And the insanity. Did I mention the insanity?

Ooooh, lag.

I'm just now getting to see entries I put up a good twenty minutes ago.

I have faith that this, too, shall pass, and is an artifact of the LJ gods' tummyache after too much Holiday Cheer^TM.

Eeek!

Can I possibly have gotten a boyfriend who is not afraid of talking!

Duuuuude.

Things that must be done...

votania, honey?

Before I get back on the 6th, could you possibly dig out your Kama Sutra and that bottle of massage oil? I think I'm going to need to borrow it. Oh, and the lube, too. Thanks!!

Unfelicitous Combinations

Darkside had better never meet up with my high school best friend Shawn.

Why?

Darkside's heard far too much about Shawn, both with my words and with my silences. He hears the way I say things, and glows with anger, long after I myself had cooled down.

I took damage, those years, allowing myself to be a subset of another. I fear to make Darkside a subset of me: the phrase "my blonder half" could be indicative of me trying to do that. I don't want to do that. I never want to diminish him.

Dogs

Guide Dog Aunt has a black lab named Deacon. He eats everything. "Deacon, did you want to say goodnight to Joanie?" she asked, and then they barged in. (Gently, of course.)
"He wanted to say goodnight to my apple core," I replied.
Hungry dog.

He eats apple cores. And lettuce. And anything, just about.

I like him.

Which is rare, with me and dogs.

For the fucking record...

...Average, but an ambassador of ecstacy.