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[09 Apr 2012|03:55pm] |
Mon - met up with DaveSimon, Sharron, and Dafna to plan RS bar night. Dr. Teeth & the Electric Mayhem was the winner, but also visited Latin American Club and Lone Palm. Met up with Hanae & her friend Dylan at that last one. Jesse met up too. I love him so.
Tues - Salsa lessons. Great instructor, a lot of fun.
Wed - Rode to the main campus of CCSF, then to the Legion of Honor where I met Hanae and saw the Cult of Beauty exhibit. Went home and dicked around before going to Fumi's for craft night.
Thurs - Stayed in. It was amazing. I was missing Jesse.
Fri - Drinks with Tippett people at Misery Lounge, California Honeydrops at New Parrish for Holly's bday. Had to leave when it was just getting good so that we could make BART.
Sat - Chores, sex, went to Potrero Hill for a clothing swap only to find out it's on the 21st. Hit TJ's on the way home, then made breakfast for dinner: sausage, challah French toast, and asparagus with hollandaise. Girls night at Dafna's with Mantissa, Lauren, Laura, and Veronica.
Sun - Easter at Grandma's. Stuffed my face with so much sugar. Balanced my checkbook. Grandma said I could have their rain lamp from the 70's. The catch was that I had to get it down from where it was hanging in Grandpa's room, which was no small feat. I almost died, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, I didn't think about the possibility of it still having oil in it after over two decades of non-use, so I leaked all the way home. Embarrassing, but ultimately worth it.
Mon - super slow at work, everyone cranky. Off to FJCD.
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| Postcards |
[27 Mar 2012|09:42pm] |
Jesse is getting really into this song and doing a little dance in his chair. He makes me so happy.
Every other Monday I host a Fucken Juicy Chicken Dinner. I make fucken juicy chicken, and everyone pitches in with a bottle of wine, a side, a snack, a dessert - just a little something to share. Then we all sit around and drink wine and converse and a good time is had by all. I've been doing this for about five months now. I wouldn't be able to do it without Jesse's help - it's just too much work for one person to do all the prep and setup. It also helps that Dafna and Hanae come every time - so even if no one else shows up, there's at least the four of us. And they've always brought really delicious shit.
Last night, Hanae told me that I'm a really fantastic hostess and that the reason the sides people bring have gotten progressively nicer is that people see how much I bring to it and they are inspired to step up their game. It made me so very very happy to hear that. I really try very hard to make people feel comfortable and welcome, partially because of my own social anxiety. I felt so full of pride and joy to hear that my efforts were not only appreciated, but noticed as well.
Yesterday (after work and before FJCD) we went to Planned Parenthood and I got a hormonal IUD inserted. It was painful for about fifteen seconds, and somewhat uncomfortable for another minute and a half or so. But then that's it, for the next five years. Although Jesse's new insurance plan covers vasectomy, which I'm kind of pushing for. (Oh yeah, Jesse started back at Tippett Studio last Monday.) I just figure if we're going to be traveling around the world, it would be a lot easier to not have to search for birth control in a foreign country.
I told Jesse he didn't need to go with me, but he got off of work earlier anyway so that he could. He is so very good to me.
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| Snapshots |
[18 Mar 2012|11:11pm] |
Love like I've never loved before.
He broke his collarbone but is almost all better now.
The apartment is almost all put together - I just need to make one more set of curtains and steal Grandma's rain lamp. Oh, and he needs to paint the dresser.
He's starting work again tomorrow after a six month hiatus. I'm kind of looking forward to having some time alone, but at the same time not.
Been eating well.
Boulevard is...yeah...well...
Saw Tony for the first time in almost a decade. Good sushi at Sushi Zone, good desert at Zuni.
Celebration on the USS Hornet was amazing. Got to introduce him to some of my favorite people. Jesse and the RS - two great tastes that go great together. Did I mention that we got matching tattoos?
Spent the rest of the weekend avoiding the outside world. Lovely.
Still struggling with being realistic about what I can accomplish in a day.
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| updatey |
[29 Jan 2012|09:48pm] |
Thurs - Hornet planning meeting. Stopped by after to pick up my bike light from Speise and chat with Boris.
Fri - Decentralized Dance Party in Union Square. Went to the Gold Dust to get a little pre-party going. By the time we caught up to the floating party, they were playing the last song (busted by the cops). We showed up just in time to have missed running into Mary. Went to Dave's and got hot dogs, then on to the Mission where we pumped the jams on Hanae's mom's ghetto blaster. That thing is as big as she is. People loved it until we played some hip hop. Mission Bar for one round, started heading to the Elbo Room, Hanae realized she'd left her wallet. Some nice hipsters had returned it to the bartender so she bought them a round. Back to Dafna's where we got through one beer before we had to go home because we were so cute we were disgusting even ourselves.
Sat - Tried to get a free bookshelf of craigslist, but Skip skipped. Terrible burritos in SoMa, got some hot fabric for curtains, stopped by Walgreen's. Met Hanae at the Brown Jug, which does not have the $7 beer/shot/PBJ sandwich that Jesse had read about on the internet. Bartender was nice, will definitely go back. On to Edinburgh Castle, Hanae's new favorite bar, which she said was like The Pub and filled with old people. They were playing old Motown hits and it was filled with snotty hipster fucks. Ate at the Thai place on the corner, which was awesome, had one more pint at Edinburgh, and parted ways.
Sun - sore throat, face full of snot. Stayed home and did laundry and a tweaker stole some of Jesse's clothes out of the dryer. After that, I wasn't in the mood to see people so I didn't go to the Friends meeting. Still folding laundry, bed soon.
I closed my OKCupid account tonight. It hadn't even occurred to me to do so until Jesse said that he had closed his. Why? "Because I'm not going to need it anymore." Oh yeah. I did feel like I needed a moment of silence, though, as I've had the account for nearly a decade. But I won't miss it.
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| Update |
[22 Jul 2011|06:34pm] |
I am back stateside. I did not have much luck finding work under the table and I came back when I ran out of money, a little over a month ago. I have since gotten two part-time jobs, one at B Restaurant & Bar, and one at Home. They both have the things that I like - good food, good ambiance, good people.
I have been keeping very, very busy. And I have been very happy, especially in the last two weeks.
One of the things that my trip showed me very clearly was how much fear and anxiety I carry around. Upon returning, I determined to start eradicating them, ASAP. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) aceofkittens loaned me the book Feeling Good, and I began working through it right away. It has made an enormous difference in my productivity and my mood.
Also, I have been appreciating all that I have a great deal. I am so blessed to have a wonderful community full of bright people, to have a family that loves me no matter what, to have such smart, loving friends, and to live in a place with some of the best weather and culture in the world.
I am also in love. But that is a story for another time.
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| Men Worshipping Women's Bodies |
[13 May 2011|07:53pm] |
I have suddenly become fascinated with men worshipping women's bodies. Not in the dominatrix sort of way - in the being in awe of nature sort of way. Something like this. Or like when, in Microserfs, they accidentally catch Todd oiling up his bodybuilding girlfriend in a ritualistic manner.
Any idea where I would find images, poems, and stories pertaining to this subject? I don't mind really graphic stuff, if it is artfully done and illustrates the spirit of what I am seeking.
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| Bomb Ass Salad |
[05 May 2011|07:18pm] |
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Shredded butter lettuce, rocket, and mint; squeeze of lemon, sprinkling of salt and pepper; grated carrot; sliced dried apricots; diced English cucumber and Greek-style black olives; crumbled white cheese (think feta but mild); topped with sliced almonds sauteed in butter.
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| More Dreams |
[05 May 2011|01:57pm] |
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I was back in California and had decided to move to Davis, but it was like a hilly, pastoral English village. I was riding my bike everywhere, and I came upon a neighborhood of antique apartment buildings, with an amusement park just around the corner. The neighborhood and the park have been in my dreams before. My mom lived in a gated community with a pool and I went swimming but it was so filled with people that there was no room for me and I soon left to pester my lover, a black guy who was trying to study. I was kissing his ears and neck, but he would swat me away like a fly. When I finally succeeded in turning his attention to me, he started bleeding from the chest.
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| It's Official |
[20 Apr 2011|03:11pm] |
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In about a month I am going to Morocco, Spain, and Israel with my best of the best.
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| Lyrics |
[18 Apr 2011|01:07pm] |
"Gave my love to a shooting star
But she moves so fast
That I can't keep up
I'm chasing
"I'm in love with a shooting star
But she moves so fast
When she falls then
I'll be waiting"
Bag Raiders - Shooting Stars
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[10 Apr 2011|11:17pm] |
The Polish lodgers tried to poison me. They offered me spaghetti with meat sauce because they'd made too much. I had some just before going out to the club.
A few hours later I began to feel a bit queasy. Someone thought it was because of some drama I'd gotten myself embroiled in. (Yes, I'm already getting my hands dirty. I'm slick like that.)
I ran outside, because I couldn't make the bathroom. I was also in denial that I was actually going to throw up. Until I did. The guys down the street must've thought I was some sad drunkard. Spaghetti all over the pavement.
I was pretty sure it was the spaghetti, but was worried that I might be sick. I'm supposed to work again tomorrow, and it would be utter shit to call in sick on my second day. Linda said she thinks it's been on the stove since Friday. Mystery solved.
Someone offered to give me a ride home. I waited patiently while he said his goodbyes. As soon as we exited the building, I yakked again.
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