no more LJ entries for me... at least no live journal entries... ironic, huh?... I mean, that the site can not live up to it's name... too often I go to type an entry "live" only to see the site swallow the words and send them into the cyber abyss... gone forever... it happens much less often (in fact I don't remember the last time) here at DLand, so they deserve this plug and LJ deserves the rasberries... I made the mistake of rambling on all night over there and one of the longest entries I've ever written was erased... some sort of server error... sucks the big one... so there will be no more live journal entries at Live Journal... I'll still upload words over there and sometimes some of the deepest words, but they will be written offline in a safe file...

hours and hours of writing gone...

so meanwhile, back in the life and inspirations that were not recorded last night thanks to LJ... I am just so not pleased with that... maybe I need one of these (it's supposed to be relaxing... if you are on dial-up, you'll miss out on the Quicktime demo for it's a 13MB file... the shorter demos are also big files and just not as good... you've just got to see Ken {that's Barbie's boy} getting "a feeling of cleanliness [men] have never dreamed of before..."... it's about time this country caught up with the rest of the world...

so what else did I find in my wandering tonight (that I can remember... the feeling and sponteneity {and spelling} and meangingful deeply inspired parts all passed into the past)... after getting the food delivery and eating some delicious lasagna and a couple of subs and pizza (a bit of each cuz I love variety and now there's food in the house for the rest of the weekend) I did the live draft in the fantasy basketball league and as you can see, I didn't have the best of drafts... ironically, I think I was the only one who showed up live... my bad luck was getting the second draft choice which was the worst spot for the auto-picks Yahoo set up for people who did not show for the live draft... oh well, unlucky draft, lucky season?... there's always hope...

and then the night was rambling (all those words lost) while inspired and distracted by TV... there was The X-Files (ah, the persistent quest) and Lexx (now there's a pout, huh?) and Earth: Final Conflict (must it always be conflict?) and a corny movie called A Little Inside (and naturally I started feeling lonely) and then Ferris Bueller's Day Off (moral: life without a pole up your butt is much more fun) and writing writing writing... and then the words, well, you know... poof... definitely the exclamation point to a lonely night, huh?...

but will we let it get us down? (sure will if I try to pretend there's a we here)... ok, will I let it get me down? (speaking for myself too, ya know)... no way in this candoooor, my little chillins... there's all sorts of ways to cheer up... more food, for instance... there's music, or masturbation or madness (what?... you expect links for all the good words?... go back to food and check older entries then, you pervs)...

omigosh... flipping the station I found CMT playing a video with a guy singing to a coffin and sheeesh, what sort of emotional weirdness is Christian music coming to (ask Jimmy Wayne about I Love You This Much, I guess)... profound, until it becomes

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