here horsie-horsie

you woke me up. I was having an inspirational dream and you woke me up. digging deep into the iner workings of my soul. why are you even awake at 9 in the morning? pewie.

In my dream I was in a rodeo, my trusty steed a was a paint,
cool as gandhi. the clowns, they were everywhere, and weren't too happy with me for some reason, the murderous clowns. they unleashed the beast, a rabid bucking bronco sent to do their bidding. it bucked and kicked, eyes wild as fire. scary, somethin' fierce, foaming and whatnot. but my paint she hung in there, and I began to realize that just because we're taking a thrashing doesn't mean we're gonna' fall off the horse.

come to pub quiz.

starting

y0.

tasty talk today, reality check and pesto. killer combination.

it's funny, we're all so spoiled. more often than not things are looking up, trick is to step back far enough to realize it. I'm listening to nina. I wonder how often she doubted herself. how often she hesitated because she was afraid. how often she got in her own way. and if she was ever proud of herself.

don't forget to make art.

guess what fenske, the happiness formula works

there's a theory going around that good things make you happier if you've gone without them for some time. it's proving true. I've been without legal wheels for almost two years now.

and while I don't have plates yet for the new cherrybomb, I'm already beating the street with the bravado that goes hand in hand with being legal.

and today I purchased "insurance" so I'm not held "liable" for any of my "booboos." SOLEGAL!

I almost drank a ladybug

instead I coughed up a throat full of leigh street malaria water

friday was filth and puddles and pushing and blood and thrill.
and rugby with some wild eyed homies who make me smile.

just like to remind the viewing audience that saying yes is scarier, but always more rewarding.

what will I add to my journey today? how will I help others journey?

say yes more often.

not my shirt

I do not own the shirt pictured at the left:
mine is obviously blue.
duh.

we gave it 110%

and it paid off.

throwing a party is a funny thing. mounds of energy and prep, worries and woes all spent to make sure the thing goes off without a hitch. smoke and mirrors to set up, refreshments to round up, costumes and make up.

then the hour comes.
and nobody comes.

ah yes, fashionably late, nothing to worry about.

and they came, oh did they come. eventually they all came; werewolves and pop stars, brandcenter logos and umas.

and it was a party.



there was dancing and chaos and blood and nakedness. pots of beer and cake all smeared. round and round and round we went until someone blurted that the kegs had run dry and the juice was no more.

and still we went round.

and then we were in the street. and all our friends were going home. somehow. toilets and beds were calling their names. and daylight.

there would be no dreaming tonight. all that magic had already been spent.















you stay classy, brandcenter.

et tu, Carrie?

the evolution of relationships is a puzzling thing. romantic ones are difficult enough to unravel, but platonic ones? how do you know if your casual internet buddy has graduated to full fledged BFF status?? and is the feeling always mutual?

like any other relationship, what you get out of a friendship mirrors what you put in, and if you keep it purely superficial that's what you'll get in return. which isn't necessarily a bad thing. superficial buddies have their place, social connections, drinking circles and whatnot.

but the awesomeness of true friendship lies in the elevated expectations. and it goes both ways. you know that person'll go to the mat for you; you're plenty pleased to reciprocate. it's quite wonderful. where it gets sticky is when the superficial starts acting like the true friendship type. expectations don't match up. some become abusive and others get pooped on. it's mostly nasty.

when it comes to friendship, even when we try to keep it light, how do we end up in the dark?