Something to be considered:

Why is it that whenever I fart in the elevator, there's always someone getting on on the next floor? It's not like I do it a lot. And I mean, no one ever gets on when I'm on - unless I had to let one go. Seriously. It's so embarassing.


I just finished going through my gmail archives - 500 emails from the past. It was really interesting, I haven't done it in a long time. There were a couple re-occurring themes; one of them being how many people there were out there who really didn't like my old blog. So many negative comments I received. Repugnant, unfaithful, biased, naive... All terms used to describe the things that I wrote. It stressed me out a little, mostly because I couldn't go back and read what they thought was so terrible, since I deleted it all. I really regret that. There was so much of me in that Snarfblast, so much of what I was back then. I wish that I could go back and visit; remember what it was like. Because all I really have are smokey memories, and even though you and I both know that I wasn't happy, it was a tumultuous time - one worth remembering as well as one can.

Alas, the mistakes of youth. I think I'm going to start using my real name again, and posting pictures. Anonymity is only cool if you're a wicked smart prostitute, like Belle De Jour, or someone important. I'm not either of those things, yet, so hey, RL, here I come.


My hetero-lifemate blew back into town for a week or so, having just left on Friday. It was wonderful to see her, beautiful and glowing as she always, always is, and seeming a bit less down on herself. I was a bit of an ass, however, by not saying goodbye before she left... And on that same night, I let down another friend immensely, by not attending his show. It was not a great night for decisions for Unity, but I really did try my best.

I love you Laurimus Maximus.


I'm teaching myself how to read tarot cards, so if you need a mystically-divined answer to a question or something, you should ask me. ... Later.


Tell your friends about The Love Rhombus! Because I miss being anonymously harassed, it needs to happen more. Keeps my ass in check, don't you know. And chances are your friends don't like me. Why? Because you're friends are stupid, and stupid people hate me, because they rarely understand what I'm saying.

No offense, mind you. I'm sure they're really nice. Like in that stupid way.