And ask the sky and ask the sky...

[greygirlbeast]

This morning, or afternoon, as it does appear to now be afternoon, I am not entirely sure how or why I wound up getting somewhat drunk on black and tans at The Vortex late last night when I'd only meant to have a cup of Starbuck's swill...er, I mean coffee. Blame Ms. Lee. Especially since she seems to hold her liquor better than I do. We were talking about chakras and insanity, ethneogens, drag queens and Dragon*Con, sex and magick, and all of a sudden I was too drunk to walk home. She had to call Jim and Spooky to come and get us. In all fairness, though, yesterday must stand forever as one of the most perplexing, trying, and utterly inane excuses for a day that I've yet to have to live through. And now my head hurts, and I recall doing some sort of Nebari battle cry on the front porch at ohmygodthirty in the a.m. and it's a wonder no one called the cops, so that must be why my throat hurts. Now I'm trying to write out the tangle in my head, so that, hopefully, I can write some actual prose later today, because I sure as hell didn't get jack shit written yesterday (thank you very much, She Whose Name Will Never Be Spoken Here Again, amen, amen).

Proceed to the end of the beginning of the New Age of Me. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.

I'm sober now, and I have this need to sort through a number of "truths," so that later on, when the next dark day comes (as it surely will), I can look at this and try a little harder not to lose my shit. For instance, on the one hand, I seem to be a very good judge of people, but on the other, I have an astounding talent for befriending and trusting wolves in sheeps' clothing, finks, liars, weasels, stealth psychopaths, and pond scum. You know who you are, and you know who you aren't. Or maybe you don't, but it's not my problem anymore.

Sometimes, as Thomas Covenant reminded us, infections have to be cut out. Or, as Oatsie Mangehand would say, "It's only the next thing, it's not the last thing. Let's get through this, fellow."

For example. Somehow, no matter how many times you find yourself frelled up the ass by carelessly accumulated falsehoods masquerading as longtime friendships, cynicism and isolationism are still cop outs.

I could go on and on and on and the maudlin display might never end. But my head is killing me. And I really do have to write today; Spooky has to deal with eBay, tend to the grouchy, diabetic cat, feed the hamster, clean the house, fix the toilet, ad infinitum, but I have to write. Grateful thanks to those who helped us through yesterday and will help us through today and tomorrow. Now...where's my pointy stick? Move along. There's nothing here to see.

Comments

[sfmarty.livejournal.com]

considering hugs, abandoning the idea due to fear. Been trained by Daughter in law. Touch her and die.

Still, empathy for you.

[stardustgirl.livejournal.com]

Gah! Sorry to hear you had a execrable day. I'd offer up the Power of the shiny red patent steel-toed Dr. Marten's for you after they've had their way with Doc's insurance adjuster if it would be helpful. Thus far I've not had much trouble with pond scum, but the other ones are familiar and my psychopaths don't seem to even bother with the courtesy of stealth. I'm currently struggling with potential wolf in sheeps' clothing and flakes (not the snow variety). When exactly does Mercury get its ass out of retrograde, anyway?

R.E.M Fall On Me according to my iTunes #14 on the Top 25 Most Played, coming in at 698 times.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

R.E.M Fall On Me according to my iTunes #14 on the Top 25 Most Played, coming in at 698 times.

At #14, I have the Cowboy Junkies' cover of "Sweet Jane."

[stardustgirl.livejournal.com]

I have that. I listened to it a lot driving in the desert summer before this past one. It's not in the Top 25;blame Marc Bolan as T.Rex takes up more than a few slots.

[scarletboi.livejournal.com]

This made me curious, so I went and looked...

My #14 is "A Long Way Down," from Another Day on Earth by Brian Eno. Actually, that album is one that I've been listening to quite a bit while writing, lately, so it fills up a lot of my list right now... 3-7, 11, 14-16, and 23.

[scarletboi.livejournal.com]

I hug anyway. If I get bit, oh well. Biting can be fun. ;) (see, I used EMOTICONS, that means I truly have no fear.)

Or I'm lazy.

Either way.

Full of hugs,
Sissy

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Biting can be fun

Oh yes, indeed.

[tagplazen.livejournal.com]

That is exactly the kind of drinking that is good for the soul.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Okay, I just hurt myself laughing. But I'd totally forgotten about bunny girl with a chainsaw. Thank you.

Oh, and congrats to you and Boo on finding the most superb house...

[tagplazen.livejournal.com]

That movie is so out of control it slays me every time.

And thanks, we're already scheming, "Five acres, whoa, we can buy crossbows!"

[anthologie.livejournal.com]

I seem to be a very good judge of people, but on the other, I have an astounding talent for befriending and trusting wolves in sheeps' clothing, finks, liars, weasels, stealth psychopaths, and pond scum.

... Me too. I'm trying to unlearn it, but so far it's been like trying to unlearn blindness. And makes me feel stupid trying. But finding out I've been had is even more trying.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to unlearn it, but so far it's been like trying to unlearn blindness.

Or trying to unlearn the need to breathe.

[z0mb1e.livejournal.com]

What is your very pretty icon from?

And goddamn is that hamster cute (from the pictures you posted the other day).

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

What is your very pretty icon from?

Joss Whedon's Firefly.

[moschus.livejournal.com]

Oh, been there. So very been there.

Sending happy detox thoughts your way.

[extatika.livejournal.com]

Pineapple Juice is supposedly a bit of a charm for nasty hangovers.
I know of no charms against shit people. Unfortunately. If I learn of one, I'll be sure to tell you.

[mellawyrden.livejournal.com]

I wish I could sit and talk to you, and see spooky again. I'm trying not to be such a fucked up little alien anymore.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

I'm trying not to be such a fucked up little alien anymore.

Oh, hell. I'm never going to be anything but a fucked-up little alien. But yeah. I know what you mean.

[thingunderthest.livejournal.com]

If the pointy stick doesn't work for ya, we will have to see about getting you a shocky monkey.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

If the pointy stick doesn't work for ya, we will have to see about getting you a shocky monkey.

*snork*

Oh no...

[memkhet.livejournal.com]

Whatever happened, I'm sorry it did. I wish Chris and I lived nearby so we could hug you.

Re: Oh no...

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

I wish Chris and I lived nearby so we could hug you.

Me, too. Thanks, though.

It's something that began almost seven months ago. Yesterday was just the end of it.

Hayabusa

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Did you catch the Hayabusa news?

http://www.jaxa.jp/index_e.html

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you had such a shitty day. I hope your enemies in the future have the decency to resolve their foolishness in an arena by combating the gladiator of your choosing.