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2005-05-08 - 8:53 p.m.

of mice, men, pain, & cable


Falling Uphill by Lillix plays in my ears at the moment and I like... and here we are again... time is so relative (as is space, because here is here and yet here is there where you are and here is here where I am and here is right here in this Dland server {wherever that is} where these words are stored so we can meet here and pretend we are in the same place {or maybe it is the same place, here, there, and everywhere) as the date at the top of this entry was sort of yesterday as I write this entry right now (my now, not your now) and you may read it in your now, but that is another now, unless we understand the relativity of time and imagine every now to be the now we know as now...

here, have a piece of chocolate...

last night's party was... well... not a party... we went to the party, same guy as the last party that we went to (when we got there at 11pm and it was over, house closed, lights out) a few weeks ago... we got there at 10pm and everyone was leaving... I feel sad for the guy (Rasputin reconnected with him after a few years... he's a friend {I use the word in the basic human sense} of the first guy I lived with when I moved back to Orlando in 1999 {yeah, the guy who introduced me to the girl who ripped me off hard core in 2001 in a most slimey way after assuring me to my face she was my friend in a most insidious way, but c'est la vie} and I'd probably not keep in touch if not for Rasputin) as he is always selling his possessions or borrowing from his friends to stay one step ahead of bill collectors {he is a guy who can not hold on to a dollar} and he moves when he can't pay his rent {not to mention he is profoundly obese and I do not need that influence at this time cuz my will powers are on vacation}... Raspy basically talks me into going and so far it's two for two trips to parties that did not happen... what kind of parties are over in an hour or two?... I may never understand grown ups)...

now there is a video going on... Raspy took After The Sunset out from Blockbuster (yay, he finally has a card so he can pay late fees instead of me) and says I should watch it (he already has) so I'm glancing up at it every now and then to try to get what is happening... pretty visuals... I love the tropics... maybe I should move further south... or to an island... maybe the one is living there right now... (where?... an island?... which island?... come on, don't play games with me, tell me!)...

oh, where were we?... glancing up at the film... beautiful fun... and faces... and Selma Hayak, which is probably why the film was chosen... the island girl cop is cute too (is she the girl from Men In Black, maybe?)... the plot, so far, seems like a set up double double double cross type story... with homosexual overtones as Peirce Bronson (supposedly retired thief) and Woody Harrelson (suspended FBI agent due to being set up by Bronson) keep getting closer, but that's probably not going to happen... just the male bonding of putting suntan oil on each other's backs while catching a shark and sharing a bed after a fight with the girlfriend)... nice underwater visuals as they do some night time scuba diving...

anyway, the guy who threw the non-party (who happened to be celebrating a birthday, which I found out later, which is ever sadder) convinced us to meet at a hole-in-the-wall bar (because the party people said they were going there) where about fifteen staggering people were doing mostly country karaoke (very drunken place, since we got there around midnight)... we stayed about a half an hour (enough time to smell very much like a dirty ashtray) and left about ten barely coherent people n the place... we were hungry (since we did not eat dinner because the party was supposed to have lots of food... they were putting it away when we arrived... because everybody left... Raspy had brought a couple of pounds of rock shrimp that went into the guy's fridge)...

we found Applebee's still open and had a delicious meal, so the night was not a complete wash... of course I could have stayed home, saved money, and written my heart out, but then I might have a silly happy non-whiney entry for you and we wouldn't want too many of those, would we?...

anyway, that was last night, recorded here in black and white for posterity and every other posterior that might be interested in whatever now these words might be read... and then I came home and fell deeply asleep in the big green chair for hours and hours... at least twelve...

and I woke excited to be rested and all set to have a finger clicking good time catching up on writing and reading and noting and... and... emails?... kinda weird to be actually cracking that ice again, slightly (shhhh, if we think too much it might break the spell... but I've always said it's all about the proximity, you know... and proof is right around the corner {well, an hour away?} and just under two weeks (time and space being relative, but meaningfully so for the next thousand or so hours if you follow my drift, which is who knows where or when by now), anyway, shhhh)... that's how I woke up, in that place between sleep and awake where dreams are still fresh and believable and anything is possible (that place where Tinkerbell will always love Peter, remember?)...

but the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry...

once again Precious waited until her dad was asleep to realize she had to go out to do something... her habit of leaving things for the last minute and Raspy's sleep hours leaves me to take care of whatever she left for the last minute more often than not... yesterday it's pick her up at school (though that was not her doing, Raspy just slept through her calls) and today she suddenly needs something at the store... and of course there's not much food in the house to eat...

after eating at Applebee's, we stopped to do some food shopping... well, I did... Raspy was too tired to pickup anything off the shelves so he just followed me around the store and now Precious is moaning over not having anything in the house to eat... I wish I was wealthy enough to solve everyone's problems and take care of the whole world... or at least the people I live with... she found the canned ravioli... Raspy will hopefully shop soon...

and she needs school advice and talk, so...






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