OK... I'm lying in bed again.

I think the babys coming way soon. Like in a few days, like maybe 20. She's gonna blow.... holy crap where are we gonna put this friggin' baby! Meg keeps complaining about pains in her public bones and I know that's just tantamount to shooting out a baby!

I'm buying the house as fast as I can. Oh, it's on Sanders Street in north buffalo, it has a wood burning stove in it and a huge master bedroom since it's a bungalo. As soon as we settle in and Meg feels ok letting the baby stay with my mom for a bit we'll have a house warming party. I can't wait to see you people in my own house.

I think babies make girls daft. OK, I'm aware that Meg must like me since she's preggers with my love child, but she's been awfully smoofy lately. She keeps crooning at me. OK, in her defense I did just wash my hair, and you know, you can't wash dreads to often or the hair gets dry and snaps off, but it had been too long. Yeah I was starting to get a lil rank, but I washed my mop, and she's all croony.

Ok, the kitty likes me a lot too. So much that we have to have discussions about what not to stand on while I'm on the computer. She's lying on my arm right now, she's so cute. She sleeps next to me now and Meg thinks she's a whore. I think the cats really just waiting for me to fall a sleep so she can chew on my hair again.

Kitty Reading Estrip... too cute


Get away from Paul's lappy Kitty, he's allergic!


I went on a camping trip on Friday and Saturday, and I have to say that I really really had a good time. I was on vacation, it was only a 2 day vacation, but I needed it. Works not too bad, but it has it's moments, but being a pre baby daddy will make you wanna run away screaming sometimes.

I went to brushwood with (e:vycious) and crew. (e:des) was there, and their extended circle of friends, Knife, Scriber, Matthew, H, Emily Randy, and the lot of them. It was for a festival call Dionisia... I know I spelled that wrong, but oh well. Yeah, this place was really awesome, and I loved it. I forgot how pegan-hippie-goth I used to be, back when I was revolting against my Christian up bringing and I was looking around for stuff to satisfy my deep emotional state. I found the pegan community to be quite welcoming. I always thought it was peculiar that African-Americans practiced Christianity after they had a choice to do anything but. I mean they were only Christian because they were slaves and what they practiced religiously scared their owners. As a newly liberated 19 year old I was trying to put all former ties to slavery behind me, I was free.

My parents never knew all the things I did, or they'd start praying like nutz. Funny thing is while I was in a drum circle, or a Native American sweat lodge I was praying for them, and I felt more self righteous and sincere than I ever could in a church.

I didn't start practicing wicca, but I did start celebrating holidays that weren't on the calendar. I like holidays, everyone's excited, people gather, there's food and games. I did a a lot of drumming in those days and hoped to attract a really cute and smelly girl every once and a while. I forgot how much fun drumming was till I got to Brushwood. Meet some intersteing people. Saw some old chubby ladies and men naked and dancing and free...some young one's too. It felt good to be around people that in touch with who they were and open and free about it. I drummed so hard I still have bruises on my thighs from when I was looking for a snappier sound. I'm really glad I got a chance to reject who I was. I would never have become an understanding person when it comes to others if I was holding on too tightly to what I was. That trip put me back in touch with 19 year old Tony. I didn't realize how much I missed him, and how much he missed everyone else.

I think I'm going to keep drumming. I have a small djembe and I'm going to buy a big one. I don't know what happened to the one I had before. I think a roommate got to it or some such, but that's ok. I'll get a new one. Here's some trees and sky from my trip.



I'm glad I'm posting again....I write to remember.

If anyone wants to do some drumming just say so and I'll be there.

Yeah, I guess this should be about me, but whatever!

I don't know how many of you know Kim, but she' s an amazing girl, she's been at a ton of estrip parties, and it's her birthday on Tuesday!

What does this have to do with you... NOTHING! But her birthday party is being celebrated tommrow (that's Saturday June 7th), and it's casino themed.

She'd like everyone to dress up as swingers, and you get chips at the door, she even touted a bunch of other type naughtiness (toys and such), so there's going to be lost of fun and merriment to be had by all...

Her and her roomie spent lost of dough on this shindig and I think they just want it to be a smash success so i'm calling out the troops.

It starts at 7:00 pm and it's at 153 Mariner (for all of you non natives and those of you suffering from naïveté it's that street right next to the Old Pink in Allentown... yeah).

Um... I'm excited.

You should be too... er better yet you should come.


Ooh and just so you'll read this posting! Here's a picture of the toolset I wanna buy from Target. I'm not sure if I wanna get this or go to Sears for something of better quality, the only thing is I don't have a lot of time to deliberate. I have to put Mya's bike together tonight, if I don't she'll revolt!

If anyone has any better expertise on tools and things of that nature just reply or like send me a text or something, and don't be a tool. Show up at this party!

I haven't seen you peeps in a minute.

I know this is really short notice, but if you're wondering what to do this fine Friday night, but there's a free concert at the Albright Knox.

Starts at like 7ish, and I hear there will be some booze perhaps, and fud (not a spelling error it's pronounced fudd like elmer, but it's the stuff you put in your mouth when you're hungry).

I'll be there, so if it's not everything you hoped for you can throw tomatoes at me, or like come and say "hi, where're you been you friggin' abandoner!?", or something.

Later peep-o's

So, I'm sitting in bed jabbering with the Megasaurous (she's half in the buff, her hoobers are staring at me mockingly since there will be no lovin' tonight) reading (e:pauls) journal when blamo! Weiner!

Ahhh, I really love those dudes... boy that sounds weird, but let me clarify. I love how completely unabashed they are at times. I'm sure Paul knows that everyone is reading his journal even work folks (hi Del, hey Cathy!), but that won't stop Paul from sportin' a lil flip flap to show you peeps what he's been up to. Here here for being your self, and not being ashamed or afraid to show it. It's how I like life.

Oooh you guys deserve an update. I've been tending to the Megg and child who in another universe would be named fizzgig and it's ok...ehhh good even, sorta.

Meg is at the complainier stage of pregancy that comes after the complainy stage. Well in her defense she's really pregnant now and the weight of her belly is so much strain that theres no comfortable position for her to lie in. If she lays on her back the baby squishes her sciatic nerve, on her sides and the baby tugs at the skin and tendons on her sides. All she has for relief is Harry Potter, which she started at about 3 months into her pregnancy and she's now in the middle of book 5, she's a speed reader..

I don't read the paper copies. I read the audiobooks while I work out in the early mornings. Ok, ok I know some might say that reading has more to do with paper than ipods, but what I say to them is go tell that shit to their freind Barney Rubble cause I'm not listening.

....oooh. I feel asleep before I finished thsi and I don't quite remember what this post was supposed to be about. I'm just glad I posted it.

Hmmm, maybe the end of this can be a recap of the last few days since I stoped typing it.

Hmm.. India gate was nice. Caught up with (e:chico). I really like that dude he's generally cheery. His new gf is supa nice too. Ooh, a big shot out to (e:jim) for setting that up and James for putting up with Mya's craziness. She just about ate his face the entire time we were there.

Otherwise, I think my cat is having an affair with me. She's the only cat I can be near without going to an anaphylactic shock, or coughing until I vomit. Late at night I wake up to her laying on my pillow above my hair, which I think she chews on, or licking my lips, it's kinda hot... She's my favorite cat in the world. I keep trying to get (e:paul) to meet her since I'm convicned that she's natrually hypo-allergenic but he's not convinced.

I should end this soon, maybe just post a part too tommrow since if this is too long no body will want to read it.

Oooh one last thing. Let (e:pmt) borrow a copy of 300. I think that (e:paul) is going to hate it. It's really violent..., but something must be said about it's artistic presentation and the fact that there's 300 buff dudes in diapers. Like this dude, I'll just wait to get his review


Ok peeps. I miss you dudes, but at least we have the journals. Speaking of I have a lot of catch up to do....

Ok...

So I killed the fish.

...wait. Alright, let's back up, here's the story.

Meg has moved in, but back when we were just talking bout doing all that we were doing some heavy duty hanging out with one another, and as a result one or two of her pets were being slightly neglected. Ok she only has two.. a cat and a fish. I have no pictures of the cat (but I'll post some, Kitty is so cute and fuzzy), and as a result of the days events, there aren't any of the fish either.

One morning after a little scuff we made up in the parking lot of my office and she gave me her fish. He's He was a Japanese Betta. A war fish. The kill each other on sight and like very confined spaces non-oxygenated places. Which make them great desk fish.


Uh, the midget (Mya) came by the other day after her first day at the day care down the road and wanted to see the office, so I gave her a lil tour. She fed the fish that used to be hers and left happy that she'd gotten to meet so many people, but very much dissatisfied that she didn't get to write on any of the many grease boardsthat were scattered about and littered with markers.

Unbenouced to her she wasn't really feed the fish at all. Apparently that fish would play dead for them kinda often too and well I guess this time he just wasn't playing. This morning after several sharp raps on the bowl I decided that he'd had his fill of me and sent him on a trip through the municipal city sewer system.

I've been thinking of what kind of elaborate lies I could tell her should she ever return to see the fish, but then decided to just pick on up on the way back from lunch with (e:paul). We stopped at the fish store and I saw him. A shimmering blue beacon of hope and some snails and i'd always wanted snails, so since the betta and the snails normally got along I bought them all for about 10 bucks. (Who says money can't buy you friends)

I had some Halo 2 figurines lying around and decided to decorate the bowl a bit with a few of them. Good think too. Those snails love climbing on stuff. Plus, that Halo 3 beta has got people going wild, I figured I could get in on the action and have my own Halo Betta (snort, puns are funny.... they're not? really? darn...)

The old fish was red... this one is blue, so if Mya comes back ever, notices and asks why I'll just tell her that this is the other fishes cousin and he's bowlsitting for a tad while the red fish goes looking for that purple fish her mom dropped down the drain when she was two. (True story...about the purple fish anyway).

Here's some pics. I call the fish Mister Chef, and the snails are collective know as "the Brood".

I also popped up a picture of my cute lil psudofamily shrine. I love those gals.

On a completely separate note doesn't this picture of Jame Joyce look a lot like Paul Visco?


The Brood



Red Verses Blue


Mister Chef


Who ever get's enough of Mister Chef


Le Shrine

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