Alright, well. I should've waved hello here before I filled out the survey, because now I'm tired of talking about myself. Make a note.

I'll just give you a blow-by-blow, and fill in the gaps later, how's that?

-- I decided to forget about therapy when I got a package from devon. I thought, things are fine, and they'll always be fine forever, and I have better things to do with a fifty-minute hour every thursday. But then, a little bit of nothing happened a few days later, and I ended up sawing through my arm pretty bad. So, I figured, I don't know, who decides if I need therapy? So I said to my assignment moose, stop fucking around, just tell me stay or go. And she said, stay. So I am, at least for a little while.

-- Blue is dead, family. She's run her last journey, and now she gets to sleep. I'd like for her to come and rest in peace in the yard, here-- but she's all the way in Knoxville, and I think my father is going to have her impounded.

Another car has come to take her place. He's younger, cockier, more handsome. White. I'm trying to choose a name for him, which I'll announce Monday.

-- Lise has put up a website for our stories which go into the collective pot of Nameless . Lise is a wonder. Check her out.

-- I love you. There are times when nothing else reminds me of what I'm doing.

-- I'm going this weekend to see Ely's play ~The House of Blue Leaves~. She plays a crazy woman named Feathers, or Crackers, or something. She's very excited about it, and so am I. It will be nice to see her. But I bet it's gonna be fucking cold in those mountains. I want to stop by on the way back and/or up and visit with Devon. I should e-mail her about that.

-- Kaylee Jaya wants me to go see the Statue of Liberty with her, and I intend to. I don't know how I'm going to get the money, or what I'm going to do about my finals-- but Sensei says that we mustn't let our education get in the way of our true education. So that's what I'm doing, somehow, and it's got me a little on edge.

There is much to be done, you know. Much to write, much to buy, much to drive-- some time, and little money. And all I can do is read about Xander Harris and rimming.

Goddamn, but life is beautiful.

Alestar
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"And so they did, drifting off and sleeping deep into the afternoon. It was warm, and they were demented, and all in all, it had been a hell of a weekend."
~ mad poetess, "Chocolatey Goodness"