When you go to a strip club, and you run out of cash, don’t just swipe your credit card between the girl’s buttcheeks.

It just pisses her off.

Things are still a bit hairy at times but I think I’m stabilizing from everything that’s happened. I can sort of get back to my Chopin waltz practicing (Op. 64, No. 1), packing the apartment, reading Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, and making nummy mixed drinks (NOT to get drunk, just to be a bit buzzed, and to get rid of ALL THIS ALCOHOL before I move).

Tomorrow, 175kph. More on that later. :)

Trip for my sanity’s sake. All y’all in Boston, I will be in town from 11AM on Friday, Sept 21st to 7PM on Saturday, Sept 22nd (with a short detour between 3 and 5PM to attend to business.) Let’s do Mary Chung’s and go dancing or something. I need a night out!

(This means YOU, and and and….)

there are cards to express condolences when you lose someone to death, when you fail a test, etc. There need to be cards specifically designed for when you break up. Seriously. Why don’t people jump on this market???? They certainly jump on the opposite side….valentine’s, i love you cards, etc.

Life has major ups and downs. Today had both. Good time talking with M. Bad times on trying to hold the rest of my life together at the same time.

But I watched HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH and that made me feel a lot better. Kinda puts your own life into perspective I guess. And it’s all about forgiveness and working through pain, too….

I wonder if it’s time to start polishing off another bottle of alcohol. IM me, maybe I’ll be interesting to talk to. :)

Does ANYONE ELSE remeber this “Murphy In The Morning” bit from Q101 in Chicago, circa 1990? With the music from Wild WOrld of Sports from ABC and “the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat…” with the buzzing sound? And winning a nooner at the Sybaris hotel????

Yes, I know, I am not supposed to be interested in them. But sometimes I am. And I must say that I found one special one that takes the cake.

It’s Xander’s Penis (lj user xanderspenis).

WARNING — NOT WORK OR UNDER 18 FRIENDLY. (Well, I think under 16 is the cutoff. But the government doesn’t agree.)

Piece by piece, it’s all coming apart, being put into boxes, and being stored away for another day. I keep thinking of the future, when it’s like a big Christmas day, opening each box and savoring its contents again. It will be at least two months before I see any of these things again…learning to live without these tangible representations of desire, emotion, dreams, and goals achieved is a reminder to live in the moment.

The delivery boys came this morning and took the bed away, a parting gift to Mercy’s mother for being so nice to me and her as long as I’ve known her. I really like the woman, and have always found her to be a fantastically cool parent. :)

Hello, back pain…

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Doing some great work on Mercy’s new website. Hopefully online by the end of the week…

What I’ll miss for today: POLITENESS. Even if it’s culturally enforced and people are inflexible, people here are actually very nice. I will really miss it when the sushi chef behind the counter asks me how my day is, or when the woman at the cash register thanks me for my purchase and offers me a special nice tote bag for my stuff to take home. VERY elegant and very nice.

Last night, the train emerged from the tunnel and everything was different.

Like a giant incandescent bulb, the sky lit us all with an orange glow. Every movement seemed magnified, as if I was on a giant sound stage. Suddenly I was in control. Everything moved according to my will. Cars rolled, traffic lights changed, even shadows strengthened or weakened merely from whim.

Halfway home, Noah passed by me and parked in the 15 minute parking lot.

The storm’s just beginning.