other arms reach out to me,
but still in not so peaceful dreams I see,
this place will surely kill me,
ee ee
oh!

The police ain't nice around these parts. Fuck Athens.
I'm officially an addict. The World of Warcraft has locked it's evil grip around my weak little mind. I mean my strong all powerful druid mind. I can't seem to stick with a character for long...
I wish somebody would play with me.
ah, beautiful escapism.

I just woke up from a nap. I had a weird dream where (e:paul) made an appearance. This is what went down.
I was hanging around with the family eating dinner. My Dad and I had a big serving. It was good. Two guests who were there wanted more. We ate something with red sauce.
Then I was running and climbing around alleys with around 3 or 4 friends. We were young people up to mischief. We encountered this man who got really mad at us and locked us in his moderately priced thrift store... forever.
The other girl and me broke down a door and made a run for it at dawn. Upon venturing into the morning sunlight, I felt nauseous and weak in the legs. My skin started turning pale pink, like the sky. We had to go back inside of the store to feel better. That man had put some sorta hex on us.
So we were in the thrift store. It's weird that the clerks didn't realize something funny was happening... maybe everyone was hexed in that store. One clerk asked me out after I'd been there for a year.
I was walking around the store one time and found this T-shirt that had a picture of president Ronald Regan shaking hands with MLK Jr. The two were circled by text that said "same values." I thought that was some crazy shit so I picked the shirt up. Then I ran into (e:paul). I gave him this look with my eyes that begged him to ask me where I'd been and why I hadn't been writing and so on... but (e:paul) was his regular old self. I even gave him the Regan/MLK t-shirt before he left.
After (e:paul) left one of the store clerks came up and told me I had to pay for the clothes I was wearing. I looked in my purse but the clothes cost 18 dollars and I felt like that was too much when compared to the money in my purse. I then took off the clothes and walked around the store in my panties and bra. (It wasn't the typical shame shame public nudity dream. I was mad.) The clerk went off to get the police and I thought "good, maybe they'll get me out of here" but in a few minutes the clerk was back like nothing had happened. Then I saw this (the older) Robert De Niro looking man checking out my ass and realized that he was probably the man who made the hex. I'm pretty sure he fancied me.



Ok, that's what I remember from that dream. Happy New Year everyone. I'm in a condo in Downtown Atlanta with Casey. He's trying to get this mattress up here and it's pouring outside. I guess I'm going to go dress up. If I need to spend my new year's eve in from on a TV watching football, I'm going to do it in style! (and get drunk)

sorry for taking off in a hurry Paul Matt and Terry. Our acclimated southern bones couldn't handle the buffalo chill... also our two fat asses in that twin bed was a tough squeeze. I'll come back and stay longer sometime cause it was good to see y'all for that brief period of time. I'll try coming on a weekend next time. The mansion is super. I think y'all should act out some role-playing S&M fantasies up in the attic cage.
I made a shitty video for the dysfunctional holiday show at Squeaky. I made it in two hours (edit, compress, burn) and it shows. Here is a link . I had to use footage already logged due to my lack of a firewire. My video was the worst in the show. The screening was short. Milbrand made an awesome sock puppet epic about the Christmas serpent. And the Kimberly person made one of her finest 3-d things that involved Santa getting a hooker with help from "a furry" the Easter bunny.
Here are a couple pics of me, Casey and the Milbrand Santa.

I'm heading for Buffalo in a few hours. It's a 7 hour drive and I hope to see some of y'all peeps out at the pink tonight. Unfortunately I don't think we can stick around long egough for Enknot's Birthday party :(. I hope I can at least show Casey a little taste of Buffalo insanity. We're going to stay with the baby-bellied Soy bean, if the cat hair doesn't drive us out. So the old pink and Korea House, those are the things I need to show Casey, that and a shitload of fantastic people.
Dang. I'm too excited to sleep. That and my menstrual cramps. Damn the full moon. (note to Terry: please don't let my menstruation freak you out. I promise to be on typical robin behavior)

We had dinner with the Lavatelli sister's earlier and I realized how lucky I was they took me in last July. Buffalo breeds good people and good friends.

tonight I went to my first strip club (I've been to the claremont lounge but that place is in a league of its own) the pink pony is a real strip joint equipped with at least 20 fine looking women. I was suckered into a couple lap dances from a hot young Gypsy named Bianca. she was one of the few with real tits. i got to feel my first fake tits. they belonged to a tall and stacked woman named Mimi. all in all it was a good night, good food at Dante's (wasn't it the 2nd level of lustful hell I'm doomed to?) on the pirate ship then on to stripper hell/heaven whatever. I'm a bit inebriated so I'll sign off now.