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of cabbages and kings
Jan. 1st, 2005 11:26 pmSitting here, using the Engineer's lousy lap-top computer and its wee keyboard, is absolute murder. Any spelling errors are purely the fault of these tiny little, tight together keys. O, how I loathe them. But, I can't be bothered to go downstairs to my own apartment to type this entry out on MY computer with its NORMAL keyboard.
He is sure to enjoy that whenever he reads this. ;)
My hair is now so red, it is blinding. The last bout of red dying, which was last month, produced a happy shade of deep bloody red and was not quite as unnatural as this one. It was striking, but not as in-your-face as this one. I've been turning heads wherever I go, something that hasn't happened since I first moved home from Philadelphia and still had my hair a brilliant shade of eggplant purple.
Pictures will be forthcoming, unlike the blonde mishap of the other night. That is, thankfully, forgotten in the ether (and in the brains of the few who were allowed to see it).
Last night was spent giving the finger to the Old Year at Miss Stephanie's house. At the stroke of midnight, she and I swallowed illicit substances and hugged each other fiercely. The only gay boy in the room randomly came up to me and introduced himself. I hugged him, too. He immediately endeared himself to me by remarking on my shoes and how he wished he could be a drag queen, so he could wear fabulous shoes like mine. hee. Later, I sat on the floor in the living room, my head resting against the arm of the couch with DJ Juttin's fingers wound through my hair and The Engineer's arms around me. I felt slightly pukey from those certain illicit substances I swallowed earlier, but I can't say that I've had a happier moment in a long, long time. Miss Stephanie and Juttin declared me one of their family, something which has also been felt, but never verbalized before now.
Never have I been so glad to see the end of a year come. Ironically, it is the same thing I thought to myself last year, not knowing how wrong I would be.
The Old Year was the kissing cousin of a year I had a long time ago, when I lived in the city. The year I lost eight friends to death, one right after the other. It was horrible and I spent every social outing wondering who was next. Like a sick game of Ten Little Monkeys Jumping Off The Bed. It is not an experience I would wish on my worst enemy, should I happen to have one. Neither would I wish what I went through in 2004 on anyone. No one deserves to see the same things. Wretched.
This past year has changed me, for the good and for the worse. New rules have been written across my heart in indelible marker. I will not break them. Not for anyone.
We've spent today lounging around in the Engineer's living room, watching movie after movie. I put on my favourite black pajama pants and my Misktatonic University shirt, wrapped myself in the gorgeously soft Virgin of Guadalupe blanket the Wee Ninja had gifted me with, and dozed on and off for many hours. My apartment downstairs is an utter wreck, but I needed this day of absolute sloth so very badly. I've earned it, I tell you.
Now it is a quarter to midnight. There is airy-fairy hippie bullshit music on the stereo. The rats are in a pigpile in their hammock, poking their snouts over the edge and staring at me. And my feet are quite cold because the windows are open.
Quiet contentment for now. Monday will see a whiplash of uber-motion.
He is sure to enjoy that whenever he reads this. ;)
My hair is now so red, it is blinding. The last bout of red dying, which was last month, produced a happy shade of deep bloody red and was not quite as unnatural as this one. It was striking, but not as in-your-face as this one. I've been turning heads wherever I go, something that hasn't happened since I first moved home from Philadelphia and still had my hair a brilliant shade of eggplant purple.
Pictures will be forthcoming, unlike the blonde mishap of the other night. That is, thankfully, forgotten in the ether (and in the brains of the few who were allowed to see it).
Last night was spent giving the finger to the Old Year at Miss Stephanie's house. At the stroke of midnight, she and I swallowed illicit substances and hugged each other fiercely. The only gay boy in the room randomly came up to me and introduced himself. I hugged him, too. He immediately endeared himself to me by remarking on my shoes and how he wished he could be a drag queen, so he could wear fabulous shoes like mine. hee. Later, I sat on the floor in the living room, my head resting against the arm of the couch with DJ Juttin's fingers wound through my hair and The Engineer's arms around me. I felt slightly pukey from those certain illicit substances I swallowed earlier, but I can't say that I've had a happier moment in a long, long time. Miss Stephanie and Juttin declared me one of their family, something which has also been felt, but never verbalized before now.
Never have I been so glad to see the end of a year come. Ironically, it is the same thing I thought to myself last year, not knowing how wrong I would be.
The Old Year was the kissing cousin of a year I had a long time ago, when I lived in the city. The year I lost eight friends to death, one right after the other. It was horrible and I spent every social outing wondering who was next. Like a sick game of Ten Little Monkeys Jumping Off The Bed. It is not an experience I would wish on my worst enemy, should I happen to have one. Neither would I wish what I went through in 2004 on anyone. No one deserves to see the same things. Wretched.
This past year has changed me, for the good and for the worse. New rules have been written across my heart in indelible marker. I will not break them. Not for anyone.
We've spent today lounging around in the Engineer's living room, watching movie after movie. I put on my favourite black pajama pants and my Misktatonic University shirt, wrapped myself in the gorgeously soft Virgin of Guadalupe blanket the Wee Ninja had gifted me with, and dozed on and off for many hours. My apartment downstairs is an utter wreck, but I needed this day of absolute sloth so very badly. I've earned it, I tell you.
Now it is a quarter to midnight. There is airy-fairy hippie bullshit music on the stereo. The rats are in a pigpile in their hammock, poking their snouts over the edge and staring at me. And my feet are quite cold because the windows are open.
Quiet contentment for now. Monday will see a whiplash of uber-motion.
