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late happy birthday Matthew. 26 is a fine and masculine number that I hope to reach myself in a couple months. Speaking of birthdays... Soyeon's baby, Eva, was born yesterday. She's a little thing, beautiful and in good health. I am planning on traveling to Buffalo the weekend of the 31st so I can get a look at this baby in person.
Right now I'm in Atlanta. Casey and me had a strange encounter in Starbuck's earlier. I was dressed kind of cute in shorts and knee boots. We walked into the coffee shop and some dude in the corner kept making vulgar gestures. Casey kept looking over at him and shrugging. The stranger did a jack off motion and kisses but I didn't see that. Whenever I looked at the guy he was smiling broadly. Casey got angry and told the guy to stop. The guy got up and they started arguing like they were going to fight. Then the guy went back to his seat but Casey was pissed off for a while afterwards. I couldn't go print my pictures at the camera place because Casey was worried about that guy still being around.
If someone is making rude gestures I'm uncomfortable with I don't even look their way. I pretend they don't exist. If I'm alone I can feel uncomfortable but with friends around it doesn't bother me. Casey... is different. I'm glad he's a stand up guy, you know, a manly sort of man but at the same time I hate it when he gets angry and frustrated.
Why would anyone sit around starbuck's and leer at people?
Casey just got home from his super fun Georgia obligations. Casey talked about the starbuck's dude with his classmates and finally realized that the dude was hitting on him and not me. The classmates think the guy is a big black closeted hairless (even his head) bear or something.

Casey got a cut on his palm. It looks like he's reshaped his head line.

That started a google search on palm reading and I came across this palm reading site.

This site has Japanese comics on the left and the English translations on the right... seems like the translator is learning English. It's a good site.

If Casey's cut did have the power to alter his head line he would change from being a romantic to a realist.


Casey just yelled at me for leaving spoiled mink on the counter. Is that romantic or realistic?
I don't think it's either.
I was going to get to throwing it away...
I'm a mess, nothing new about that.

today it was character acting.

here is a lil photoshop thing




more later

It's currently 5:48 AM. The original Star Trek is on the television. What makes me a Romulan rather than a Vulcan? Casey is asleep softly snoring. The Cat, Sweetiepie is curled up in my spot. I've smoked so many cigarettes I can taste a foul yellow coat lining my mouth. I'm waiting for the sunrise. I love the sunrise. I've seen it for the past few days.

The giant monitor is looming and glaring around the clock. I've discovered many shows. Earlier I passively took in "Dirt" the FX series. It's a fun time when stereotyped characters exhibit traits of mental illness. VH1's reality shows consumed my time earlier. I Love New York too.
She's a drag queen minus the package.

As far as my bizarre sleeping patterns go... I wouldn't say they are aligned with my excessive electronic intake. Last summer in Greensboro at the Elsewhere Artist co-op, I took on the job of night watchman. I'd curl op on a couch, down in the store and read poorly written romance novels throughout the night. My fellow artists seemed to think I had a bizarre sleeping rhythm. When I was in my solitary little place in Buffalo nobody took any particular interest in my unusual state of being. I seem to be throwing Casey's schedule off...

At this time I could be more bored and lazy than usual. I've never been a huge fan of the original Star Trek. I've always been partial to The Next Generation. Now I've seen 3 original episodes in the past 2 days. I'm actually impressed, not as impressed as I was with Rocky II, but still quite awed by the inventive mind of Gene Roddenberry. Hell, I even watched an episode of Voyager tonight. I can't stand the Doctor on Voyager. He ain't got shit on Dr. Beverly Crusher.

But on to more interesting subjects... I've started an Alliance character in Area 52. Nothing magic, just a strong woman with big tits. I can feasibly start living a simulated double life.... To bad this laptop gives pain in the neck after a while.

I need to get out of my comfort rut. Casey has recently rented an office space so he'll be out of the house more often. I visited the space today. It looks like an art gallery, tall ceilings, white walls and a polished cement floor.

It's strange living here because so little of my material being shows itself in this apartment. It's really Casey's place. He's told me to use his desk and computer in the living room but I'm stagnant. I need a room of my own. Yes, I've been corrupted by Virginia Woolf's essay A Room Of One's Own.

Woolf's recipe for creating was...

... it is necessary to have five hundred [pounds] a year and a room with a lock on the door if you are to write fiction or poetry." (Virginia Woolf)


so... money, privacy, space and time are her key ingredients. Not that I'm bitching because I want to be a poet... I want to work with words and images. I think Woolf's recipe can apply to a range of creative activities.

... at the moment... I have time. Money, privacy and space are things I need to work for. If I work for the money my time will be compromised. I've got to sort out these things, find some balance. These odd hours must give me an edge in some kind of field, however, it's not apparent.


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