Tempus Frangit

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 01:21:32 GMT

There has been a biting chill in the air for the past few days, and at night, the north wind smells like snow, like the Lake, like secret wishes a seventeen-year-old once whispered to the stars at midnight.

I wrote those last two lines at around eleven last night, and when I awoke this morning, it was about eighty degrees outside. I woke up sweating.

There's a weird feeling settling down in my heart as this solar year draws to a close. Neither I nor my family have ever been much for the Christmas spirit- with my mother not being an overtly religiously person, we were certainly never the family spending Christmas in church, and the commercialism of the season always irritated her.Presents were never a focus of this period of time for us, and getting the extended family together was certainly never a goal.

Despite all of this, I'm super homesick right now, and I think that's probably because Christmas is rolling nearer.

Let me show you who you really are. You're my comfort- you're not a superstar.

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 06:45:07 GMT

So let's get this started. I suppose that, rather than catalogue the minutia of my life over the last month, I'll just write about the big things that have happened.

FPG: Samhain was quite lovely this year. From what I remember, the workshops were nowhere near as good as they were at Beltane, but the fire dancing was perfectly magickal, as usual.

The real highlight of this period was Stephanie's Initiation. This was the biggest and most important ritual I've led since achieving my own Initiation two years ago, and despite some technical difficulties, it went quite swimmingly, with a few moments being both touching and hilarious- Stephanie's answers to the Guardian of the South come to mind here.

In the end, after being blindfolded, made to bleed, and to face self-doubt, Stephanie took the her new magickal name and the titles of Witch and Priestess.

Essentially, I spent the next three days just hanging out with my Witch family, which was not a bad way to spend three days. :)

Work: I'm beginning to really detest Designer Greens. It's become really super-super stressful recently, and to be honest, making salads for eight dollars an hour is not worth my sanity. I'm truly looking forward to my future post as a semi-stripper at Pulse.

Spirituality: My Wiccan life has been infinitely more active lately. I've been far more sensitive to energetic shifts around me than usual, and I think I've developed a bit of actual telepathy, which I will discuss more in-depth when I get to my Thanksgiving trip. Steph and I are having our very first Esbat (full moon) ritual on Wednesday, and I may introduce her to the rite known as Drawing Down the Moon, which involves the Priestess (or in our case, Priest) being intentionally possessed by the Goddess. Should be pretty awesome.

So I'm really tired right now. I'll post about Thanksgiving tomorrow.

Blessed Be.

An addiction to hands and feet- there's a meat market down the street

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:17:40 GMT

I swear, by all ye Gods whom I hold holy and true, that I shall post a real and true entry tomorrow morn, which shall cover from my trip to the Florida Pagan Gathering to my return home to Orlando from my Thanksgiving vacation.

Here's to rededication.

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:43:52 GMT

Sometimes, I feel like a burden.

Writer's Block

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:55:29 GMT

Much as I regard it as a copout, I'm pretty sure I've got a mild case.

It should not be difficult to pen a short article on the fact that walking around without shoes can prevent varicose veins.

On the other hand, I had a kind of cool novel idea last night. Semi sci-fi. Main character is named Grace, and she's a licensed "teletherapist"- as in, a psychologist (or possibly surgeon) with telepathic abilities who uses them to fix people's minds (or possibly bodies). Might turn into a mystery novel.

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:00:48 GMT

I'm perched on Shannon's kitschy butterfly/flower couch with a giant mug of water and looking out the window, onto the tiny patch of world I can see from here. There are few clouds, yet the ground is shaded and cool, somehow. It rained cats, dogs, and anti-Zionist Jews last night, but you'd never know it- there are no puddles reflecting their interpretation of the sky, and the air outside is still muggy as hell. Rain changes nothing in the South.

Goddess above, what a couple of weeks.

It's been a little more than a week since I returned from my vacation in the Land of Cold and Snow (and it did indeed snow during my stay). This was probably the best time I've had in Duluth... ever. It was like being sixteen during summer vacation- everyone hanging out with everyone all the time. The overwhelming energetic theme with all of the people in Duluth who are most important to me is maturity. Everyone I've known there for two years has grown up so much. Danika hasn't changed much, as she was already pretty mature. Orley and Maxey, however, are a different matter. Orley has managed, in the last few months, to dissolve an unhealthy romantic relationship with an unhappy young man, and has since moved on to an older, more secure, more giving guy who ostensibly treats her as the royalty she is, and she's finally back to making actual money with her music. She has gigs twice a week at an Icelandic cafe/bar downtown.

Maxey, too, has come into her own. I think the catalyst for her was being able to move out of her mother's house. It's not that she doesn't get along with her mother, but rather that moving into her dorm was, for Maxey, that mythic, magical first breath of freedom and proverbial fresh air, and she has begun to own her responsibilities more fully than she ever has before. Aside from that unfortunate mishap with the housekeeping job on Craigslist- which could have happened to anyone, and because of which Maxey now owes Wells Fargo around a thousand dollars- she's doing quite admirably.

By some slip of synchronicity, the transient, homeless-sort-of-by-choice Rachel traipsed into town on the same day as I, having returned to Duluth from a few weeks of sleeping on the streets and rooftop futons of Milwaukee. The most I can say about seeing Rachel so much is that it truly was very nice to see her. Rachel's always been full of... interesting ideas in the realm of spirituality, and she's just recently discovered the Indigo and Crystal Children, and is quickly becoming obsessed.

Jason and I broke up while I was there- as much as we could break up, I suppose. Everytime someone hears this particular bit of news, they immediately tell me they're sorry and ask if I'm okay, to which I invariably reply, "Yes, I'm fine. I was out of his league, anyway." And it's true. We remain friends.

It was more than just nice to be able to see Jenny. Jenny Pinther is one of those rare individuals to whom I can relate on a mostly intellectual level. Sometimes I feel like we're two scientist conducting separate experiments who convene from time to time for each to give the other feedback about their respective experiments- namely, our lives. Equally as important is the fact that Jenny is not merely an intelligent being. She is also a feeling, caring, creative soul, and it always feels good to be around her, and I'm glad I got that opportunity.

Of course, I also spent a lot of time with my family. I had many a lovely conversation with my wonderful mother, my racist grandmother, and my drugged-up younger sibling. With Mum the talk was mostly of my life in Orlando, of how things are going, if I'm eating well, if I have enough money, if I'm seeing anyone. Grandma, ever the consummate cerebral Aquarius, speaks of things that go on in her life and what she learns from them. I had dinner with Mum quite a few times, and tasted tofu for the first time in my life. I enjoyed it immensely. we made plans for shipping my keyboard, and for the purchase of my new white netbook, which should be here in a few weeks and which I will name Emma Grace Frost. Also, on one of our outings, we went to get my eyes fixed. I now have contact lenses which give me twenty/fifteen vision and which I apparently have quite a bit of trouble removing. Practice makes sufficient.

Half of the wonder of this trip, though, was coming home. I have always been a soul with two homes, and it seems that every time I leave one to visit the other, it becomes that much easier for everyone involved. When I was moving from Duluth to Orlando, Maxey, Danika, and Orley stayed at my house the night before I was to leave. We had a bit of a late night, and so in the morning, I woke up to drive to the hotel with my mother, because I was taking a shuttle from Duluth to Minneapolis to catch a plane from the airport there, and the shuttle came into the parking lot of the Radisson at around ten o'clock. I let the girls sleep in, saying my goodbyes and i-love-yous to their sleepy faces and half-lucid farewells. Mum and I went to the hotel, where Maxey, Danika, and Orley found us around ten minutes later, Orley brandishing a guitar and all of them wearing looks of indignation. "How dare you try to leave without a proper good-bye?" Their faces demanded imperiously. After a round of nervous hugging, we proceeded to the serious business- the making of music. We sang for an hour, and ended with "Samson," Regina's song, as the shuttle pulled into the parking lot. We got just past Regina cutting his hair herself one night, and a single tear rolled down Orley's cheek. We would all have been fine had Maxey not seen Orley crying. Maxey burst into loud, Leo tears, and Danika's face crumpled. There was more hugging, and then I got into a van that was going to drive me toward my new life.

That doesn't happen anymore. We're all too aware now of the fact that I will be back, eventually.

That does not mean, however, that my heart does not occasionally ache for my other home.

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:12:02 GMT

It's been so long since I posted on LJ, and right now I'm just too tired to do it.

Real entry tonight.

One Drawback

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:30:29 GMT

So, as we settle into our new house and the focus is slowly drawn away from the "home" sector of my life, I'm noticing that I've been placing virtually no importance on my work, and here I definitely do not mean my ridiculous salad job. I mean that I've been neglecting my writing, and that needs to stop. I have actual assignments that people are waiting for and I'm done being a facking slacker, thanks. Who cares if I work full time? "I'm tired," shouldn't be an excuse.

On a happier note, I'm getting a new computer when I go home next week, so I won't have any excuse not to write.

Ugh.

Alright, I can say what you want me to.

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 12:12:00 GMT

Dear Goddess, the last few days have been a literal whirlwind of activity, and I have had time for (almost) nothing.

It's been almost a week since Shannon and I moved into Godric's Hollow, and every day it just feels more and more like home here. It's so exquisitely comfortable, and it's wonderful for both of us to have so very much space to ourselves.

Most of our belongings remain unpacked, but that's no big problem. I mean, hey it's our house, and it's not like someone is going to come in and yell at us for not being organized!

There have been all of these little moments of discovery in the process of relocating our lives, and I do not speak here of discovering that our dryer does not work properly, or that our water bill is possibly included in our rent. I mean that, as I remove all of my worldly possessions from three cardboard boxes and a Barnes & Noble tote bag, I'm finding a slew of little things that make me happy. While excavating my clothes boxes, I unearthed the little moon chimes that I received as a gift from Amy last summer. This little golden moon and its three attendant bells are now hanging from the ceiling fan in the middle of my bedroom, and I reach out to give them a jingle every time I pass them. They say they sound of bells dispels negative energy, and I believe it.

Another of these happy moments came when I began to unpack my books. The simple act of extracting all of my literature from its cardboard prison took about an hour on its own, and by the time I had finished there was a pile of books, roughly the size of a pile of small children, taking up most my bedroom floor. It filled my heart with simple joy to see that I have nowhere near enough shelf space to house all of my books.

May this house be a good home. So mote it be.

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:15:19 GMT

Tonight is the first night we spend in our new home.

This house, this shelter from the elements, this not-so-humble abode which convalesced from the universe of its own accord, is so absolutely perfect in every way.

Also, I'm doing very well with money magic right now. Two weeks ago, I got a raise the day after a candle spell, and yesterday, also the day after a candle spell, I got eight hours tacked on to the end of my work schedule. It's really kind of bizarre, in a way, because money magic has never really been something I focused on, and my monetary intentions are manifesting so quickly.

I'm gonna go help Shannon pack/clean now. We're going to get the U-Haul in an hour or so, and then we'll be moving all of our furniture.

Eep!

So this is The Vortex.

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 06:50:16 GMT

It feels as though everything in my immediate life has fallen or is falling into place exactly as I want it.

Shannon literally found the townhouse in Thatcher's Landing while simply driving around one afternoon, and since then we've had so many things happen in such perfect ways, from the one we're renting just appearing on the internet after the other townhouse we'd been eyeing was taken off the market to the fact that the real estate agent didn't even bother to show the house to anyone else after us. The one stress remaining to us was that we couldn't move in until the fifteenth, which incidentally is the same day we are required to vacate our apartment in Ashton. This situation would have necessitated that we move all of our belongings into a U-Haul and cleaning up the apartment a few days before we could actually move in to our new place.

The realtor called Shannon this evening to tell her that we can move in as early as the eighth of the month.

It's really incredible, to have so many good things happening all at once. I get my very own bedroom a week ahead of schedule, I'm going home for eleven days on the twenty-second, Stephanie is making so much headway in her Craft studies, and I just got a raise and became a keyholder at work. All that I really need right now is to copmlete all of my writings for Lorna. I guess I know what I'll be visualizing tonight.

I'm going to go burn a "Thank You, Universe" candle on my altar. =)

He may be no Romeo, but he's my lovin' one-man show

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 03:57:43 GMT

I woke up today to a tall glass of iced coffee and a clove cigarette as the sun began to climb the bowl of heaven, turning the night-sky clouds pure white, radiant in the darkness, gleaming like a herald of the glory of daylight.

It was to be a good day. Having watched Bill Maher's litany against religion of any kind, a film called Religulous, which I actually thoroughly enjoyed the first time I saw it, there were a few conversations today about religion, from the perspectives of two Pagans, an Atheist, a Buddhist, and a Jew.

Here's my thing with Atheism: Until a few moths ago, I had it in my head that Atheists were, as a rule, people who intentionally created for themselves a reality in which they were utterly alone, because those were the only kind of people who identified themselves as Atheist I had konwn. Then I had a series of very intriguing spiritual conversations with an Atheist coworker named Rachel, and through these conversations, I began to see Atheism in a new, and much more flattering, light. If, as a Wiccan, I truly believe in reincarnation, then I must also believe that everything happens for a reason, and that everyone is as they are for a reason. An Atheist experiences the Universe as they are meant to- rather than seeing the Goddess, they see chance and circumstance, and believe in these things as firmly as I know the Goddess exists. We both of us have this solidity in our respective truths because our experiences have proven these things to us. In short, we learn from the world what we are meant to learn from the world. An Atheist's Universe is empty because the Atheist needs to understand emptiness.

Anywhore, this afternoon, Stephanie, her girlfriend Cristina, and I went to a Witch store about twenty minutes away, an excursion which mainly served to make me painfully aware of just how tight my money is right now. Although, I don't suppose it's very likely that I would have dropped $125 on a gorgeous labradorite sphere even if I'd had the cash in my pocket. I did pick up some spell candles and dragon's blood resin, however.

The rest of my day was mainly consumed by cleaning, Boggle, and Dexter.

All in all, a good day.

I'm so excited for Shannon.

You're so young, you're so Goddamn young

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 01:57:09 GMT

I'm glad to see how well I'm doing with my "post once a day" resolution. Last update? One week ago today.

I purchased airline tickets last night. I'm coming home on the 22 of September, and staying through the third of October. It's been so very long since I've been home, I absolutely cannot wait.

I'm so excited about my entire life right now. Stephanie performed her very first ritual the other night, and we'll be doing some follow-up magicks to make sure she gets into a better work environment.

Faith's mother now has a much bigger role in Waking Faith.

I'm in debt, but I couldn't imagine a better lender. I paid off a little over a hundred today.

One of the things I'm most excited about is how very much I've been reading lately. Since finishing the Harry Potter series again six days ago, I've read three books that I've either never read before or haven't read in many years. I'm a hundred pages into The Witching Hour now, and if you've read any Anne Rice at all, you know what an accomplishment that is.

Boggled.

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 04:32:48 GMT

I am so drained right now. It's really discouraging that nearly my entire life revolves around work, and when I say work, I mean my ridiculous salad job. I'm working more or less full time, and it's been really stressful lately, to the point where even when I'm not at work I'm still thinking about it. Ugh.

So I haven't been keeping my livejournal abreast of my life, and that's terrible, so at this moment, I'm making a resolution to post to my LJ at least once a day for the rest of ever. Here goes.

Housing/Roommate issues: Lexi, Shannon and I have been living together for eight months, and it was good for the first five. I think the ties were really severed when Shannon and I found maggots pulsating in our kitchen, frolicking amid Ms. Tidwell's dirty dishes. Not a fun night.

And so, after Lexi decided to move in with her boyfriend, which is another can of worms which does not need to be opened all over livejournal, Shannon and I are left in something of a bind as to housing. Really, though, it'll be infinitely better for us to be living together with just we two. That's essentially been the dynamic for the past week, and I think that bodes very well.

So now Shannon has set a real estate agent on the case, and now everything will be dandy. We've programmed the Universe to give us exactly what we need/want, and so all we have to do now is allow the Universe to give it to us.

Boyfriend-type-thing: So Jason and I have exchanged the l-word, and that's lovely. I really do miss him quite a lot. Mostly right before I go to sleep. I roll over and I snuggle into the blanket, and for a second I'm waiting for someone, and then I remember Jason's not coming to bed with me. It simply feels so right to fall asleep next to him.

Spirituality: The recent developments with Stephanie are so very exciting. She meditates every single day, of her own accord. She
s just bought her very first Tarot deck, and she's picking up reading very quickly. She is very good already at moving energy, and once she starts on more focused spellwork, I've a feeling she'll start manifesting good things very quickly.

On a more personal note, I've been very spiritually productive lately. Lots and lots of readings, both given and recieved, and lots of candle spells. There's a ritual I performed before my mother found the apartment we lived in for my last two years in Duluth, and I think I may do it again, only to find myself a place to live, rather than my mum.

Also, my meditations have lately become much more consuming than they usually are- I'm getting sight, sound, and smell almost constantly. Also, I did an awesome Invocation of the Horned God last night, which I can't even really describe. There was that feeling again of grabbing on to two live wires, but in a good way. It always feels like being home.

Side-note: Shannon now owns Boggle. I found "pheremone" last night. I bet you can guess where my free time is going to be for the forseeable future :).

Your heart pounding in my head

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:14:07 GMT

Stephanie and I had our first practical meeting. We covered grounding and centering, which she grasped very easily. and the Body of Light meditation, which is the beginning of nearly all my meditations, and which I almost always do after grounding and centering. I also led her through the "cottage story," which Lorna once treated me to, and during which Stephanie had a very intense experience. Steph is very visual already, and her energy flows very freely. After the meditation sessions, she could feel the heat of the energy in the room, and she was giddy with it for a good twenty minutes. It was a really incredible experience for me, too, and getting positive feedback on my own performance is always nice.

When next we meet, we'll probably cover basic circle casting, and possibly quarter calls. She's also very interested in the actual history of the Craft, and she's positively starving for knowledge. It's so exciting!

Also, I bleached my hair. I'm a redhead now =)

Spirit and mundanity

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 23:22:50 GMT

So I've been approached by someone who wants me to help her in her formal Wiccan study.

Stephany is one of the four lesbians with whom I've made friends in the last month or so. We've had several conversations about the Craft, most of them concerning the fact that she's been reading about it relatively adamantly for a few years, and she feels like she's learned about as much as she can from books. On Friday night, she asked me if she could study with me- in pursuit of Initiation.

As far as the fact that she's been studying for a few years by herself, Stephany reminds me of myself a couple of years ago, and she seems to have the same kind of legitimate desire for Craft experience as I had. These things more than anything have more or less convinced me that I should help her on her path as much as I can.

I must admit, however, that this situation has brought up a bit of self-doubt on my part. I'm nowhere near certain that I'm qualified to help facilitate her journey. I'm not qualified to confer an Initiation, but I suppose I can still show her my experience of the Craft, and help her come to her own conclusions.

This is so very exciting, and I feel like this is part of the sense of momentum I've been feeling for the past few months.

Also, Jason apparently "loves" me. He and I had a very long conversation last night about where exactly we stand, and I definitely think it was needed. We both got a few things off of our respective chests, and we've both been honest with each other about how we feel. While those three words are very flattering to hear, I'll readily admit that I'm taking them with a small amount of trepidation. I remember all too well how "love" works when you're seventeen.

Oy, gevalt.

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:35:50 GMT

The last few days have been so weird. There's been good stuff, and not so good stuff, and the last two hours have made me rather happy.

I'll post more when I've had time to process.

"I will draw the Crescent down- and set it in your crown."

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 03:45:17 GMT

I've just finished a beautiful Esbat ritual. Although technically, the Full Moon occurred at around five-thirty this morning, the energy's still hanging around.

I invoked the Goddess, as I do every month, and I felt that same connection I always feel.

Usually, when I'm being energetically sensitive, I'm alerted to it by a tingling of my hands. In this ritual, the energy went beyond tingling- it was like I'd grabbed a live wire in each hand, and by the time I was finished with the invocation, I literally felt like I was flying. And I saw things. I saw people I care about, and cliche as it sounds, I could see our connections. Like, I could literally see the things that were connecting us. They weren't golden cords, or spiderwebs. It was like... we were all simply part of the same thing. And there was this rhythm, this steady beat, and I didn't know what it was until after the ritual. It was like I was listening to the Universe's heartbeat.

Good night. :)

Ugh.

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 20:25:46 GMT

So I finally have the use of Lexi's laptop for more than ten minutes, and I'm trying to get down to work on some actual stuff (i.e., articles/ebook), and it turns out Lexi doesn't have Word- or, for that matter, any word proccessor at all.

I sincerely hope I can download some sort of trial. This blows.

A streetcat got 'im by morning, and I had to bury pieces of his body in our building's playground.

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:52:09 GMT

I woke up this morning, suddenly able to form my first coherent thought in days. That coherent thought was, "Goddamn, my head hurts."

This was the third in a series of rather unpleasant mornings, the first being that of Sunday, 28 June, 2009. My birthday dawned to find me dizzy, shivering, and more congested than I can remember being before. I was somehow able to stagger to work, plagued with mouth-breathing and chills, despite the three-million degree heat. I was sent home after an hour, and when I arrived I sank immediately into a rock-like, dreamless sleep- or perhaps I simply passed out.

I rose with the sun yesterday feeling marginally better, though still beset with coughing, stuffy/runny nose, and considerable sinus pressure. I spent most of that day sleeping as well, although there were some rather strange dreams this time, most of them involving crows and an icepick.

Today, I actually went to work, which is good, as it allows me to pay rent. I had a long, interesting, and rather awkward talk with a random guy about his gastric bypass surgery. Apparently, he's lost ninety-two pounds since 10 December, which of course was vital information for me, as I was making his salad. Oy vey.

During this illness, though, I noticed something I've never felt before- or maybe it's just been so long since I was actually sick, I've forgotten. I had this enormous sense of blockage in my fifth and sixth chakras, and I could barely muster the energy to ground and center, let alone do energy work for healing. The sensation was very similar to trying to psychically connect to someone who is shielding. It was a feeling of being truly confined to my own body, which is not really a pleasant thing.

Momma was an opium smoker... she'd light with a red-hot poker...

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:22:36 GMT

My life is ever so full of minutia lately. I'm spending so much time at work, which is a good thing, as it means I get to pay rent, but I can't say it doesn't sap my creativity a little. I'm not used to writing being hard, but I must say it's a bit difficult to put together a charming sentence after ten breakless hours of tossing salad, cutting up dead animals, and dealing with people's self-entitled, nit-picky bullshit.

I have, however, discovered a nice way to get around writer's block. If I'm stuck in a place where, I can't continue a story, I go for a nice walk, and I pretend I'm sitting in a bookstore, or on NPR, and I give a book discussion. I talk about the story and what it's really about, underneath the tedium of human life which is really quite a big chunk of my stories. I talk about symbolism, and who the characters really are, and what they want from themselves and from the world, and whether or not they get it in the end. It's incredibly cathartic, and when I get home, I'm usually brimming with inspiration.

There is a sense of momentum around me right now- spiritual momentum, specifically. Almost all of my meditations lead me into forests, and not nice, sunny Hundred Acre Woods, but deep, dark sylvan landscapes, where the trees are always whispering, even when there is no wind. Things are moving in the woods, and there is always a sense of direction, as though all the forest creatures, and sometimes the trees themselves, are migrating en masse to somewhere new. In one of my more recent meditations, I found a spring of shining green water deep in the woods, the same life-force-liquid that featured so heavily in many of my meditations two years ago, around the time of my Initiation, most prominently in the Saturn Meditation Lorna guided me through two summers ago. I haven't seen this life-water in meditations since the night of my Second Degree Elevation.

I'm really happy Shannon's here, even though I don't get to see her much, as she's in class most of the time. It;s comforting to know she's here.

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 03:25:24 GMT

There is something singularly magical about sitting in a well-chilled living room that you have just spent two hours assaulting into a room which is actually livable. The carpet has been vacuumed (which is quite possibly a spelling error, as I've never had to write the word before) the coffee table washed, the blankets folded and the throwpillows arranged in such a manner as to subliminally induce calm in human beings upon the moment they enter the house. In short, all that's left to do is to dust the fan and steam the carpets, and I'll be damned if I'm going to do either one.

Next up is to tackle the bedroom and bathroom. There's a thin film of debris on the floor, a nebulous miasma consisting of everything from old books to the dandruff of astral beings to residual psychic energies to new books, and it's not so much putting it away that I find daunting as the fact that, in order to put all this shit in its proper place, I'll need to sort through each and every individual piece of shit so I know where exactly it belongs. This sounds like a royal pain in the ass, and I'd much rather keep it in a pile on the floor for now.

I'm rather worried about several things right now. They are, in no particular order,

~The fact that Lexi and I have yet to go on a physical adventure to examine the housing prospects. Ugh.

~I haven't spoken to my dear Grandmother in nearly a week, and she may or may not still be super-sick.

~I haven't talked to Jason in two days, and that just makes me pouty.

~The Crazy Bitch.

Ah, bien, mon cher. It'll be alright. I'm going to the gym now.

Headdesk

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 03:21:04 GMT

I just spent an hour and a half giving a long dissertation on some of the shallower ins and outs of real magic over Facebook to a young lad whom I hope never takes it upon himself to actually try it.

I never thought I'd actually have to say, in seriousness and to someone my own age, that unicorns are not actual, catchable creatures.

Oy vey.

Oh uh-oh you're changing your heart

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 02:47:42 GMT

I would dearly love to eat a toaster streudel or two right now, but I can't convince myself that it's worth the extra four hundred calories.

Progress?

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:40:15 GMT

Okay, for real now, if one more thing goes to shit, I'm never getting out of bed again.