tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68303172011-07-07T17:53:04.308-07:00Curious and willful, Pandora opened the box. What was inside? Sorrow, pain, anger, vices, crimes. And lastly? Hope.sk8rnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03677064901366208587noreply@blogger.comBlogger3031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830317.post-1147933876856132252006-05-17T23:31:00.000-07:002006-05-17T23:31:16.856-07:00

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I'm taking the BF out of town for his birthday this coming weekend. This morning, I started to make a mix to play during the four-hour car ride. I used to make mixed tapes (gasp - yes, I am old enough to remember vinyl as well as the days of cassettes). But I just finally got a computer capable of burning cd's and my dj-ing feels a little rusty. I used to just throw a mix together. Now that

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Conversation at work today:ME (to building management at work): Can you all do something about the heat up here. It's like a sauna on our ward today. We're all sweating.Noel: Yeah, look at the sheet of sweat on my palms!Mindy: A guy friend of mine was telling me he had a procedure done that neurologically prevents his palms from sweating. But I was at dinner with him the other night and

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My boyfriend's artwork is blatantly focused on breakups.My career (which I am very passionate about) is narrowly concentrated on death.Either we are incredibly well-suited for one another, sharing a morbid fascination with endings...or...we're both doomed.LOL.Stay tuned for the answer.BTW - I accidentally left my cell phone at his house this morning, so if you are trying to reach me today, you

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I have been home in bed with a flu / bronchitis for three days now. The boredom is killing me. I haven't blogged because there hasn't been much to blog about except to say - yes, coughing up more yellow phlegm today. And what a lovely image that inspires, eh?Now the really big bummer? I had planned to go surfing with a friend tomorrow. We planned this trip three weeks ago and I have been

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The movie theater wascold.The unboyfriendleant me his sweater. As we walked out into the light,I tried to give it back. "No, hang onto it."[Another poem courtesy of the demands of the poetry project I'm doing. Daily poetry adds such a nice new light to my life. BTW I still haven't taken off the sweater. LOL. Though at some point, I'll have to get dressed for night shift tonight. Oh, and

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I'm feeling rather sad tonight. I took my cat to the vet for a bit of a check up and they decided to keep him overnight. I didn't think his health was particularly bad. But apparently he's lost 1/3 of his body weight over the past two years. He went from 12 pounds to 8.I laid down on the grass in the park after the vet appointment and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my skin. But then I

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I have to laugh. It seems like this should be one of those jokes where the answers read things like:-he's stopped bringing you flowers-you take him for granted-you need to buy sex toys to liven things back upThough this question is serious. I was married for nine and a half years, if you'll recall. So this dating stuff is all new to me. I feel a little lost in many ways.I can guess how I'll

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Today marks 6 months without sex. No, that does not add up to the same amount of time that I have been single. C and I stopped having sex months before the breakup manifested overtly.I have been dating someone for over three weeks now. And yes, my six months of abstinence have remained intact despite this as well - not out of lack of feeling intensely attracted to and smitten with this person.

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I was out shopping with my buddy Dave today when I came across an old album I've been looking for for years: Dead Can Dance's Spleen and Ideal. Although this album came out when I was in junior high, I was first exposed to it in high school.Of course, I listened to them well before google. So now I've gotten the best delight of all - to have found the lyrics to their songs on-line! This is a

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I started losing weight when C and I broke up. Part of this was because she had commented on my weight gain shortly before our relationship ended. I was still very angry over those comments and somewhat intentionally started losing weight to spite her. Then I was an emotional wreck for awhile and simply had no appetite. Although I am through the most acute grief from my divorce, dating has

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Normally I love working with patients with dementia, even the so-called combative ones. I can be cursed at, spit at, scratched, punched. None of that stuff generally bothers me.Today is another day that I wish I had my camera working properly. I'd love to upload photos of the battle wounds I've acquired at work today. This little tiny old lady with dementia with very long, strong fingernails

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After getting off from work tonight, I decided to take a bath. Usually, I can sit in the bath until the water turns tepid. But this bath was a little too hot. Desperate to cool off, I briefly contemplated how much of my body would fit into the cold water of the toilet bowl. Instead, I stood up, out of the water and leaned into the cool, marble tiles of my shower stall. The shock of cold

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Thank you all so much for your supportive comments on my last post. I have since decided to delete it from publication on my blog, as I don't really want to immortalize my bitterness. Life is too short to hold onto bitterness. Though it's fleeting expression in this space and your encouragement were invaluable during its duration.In place of that old post, I want to share this story with you.

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I don't shave nor wax my legs all winter long. But then the first day of warm weather, I go and get my legs waxed. This has been my custom for several years now. Today was that day.My perception of sensation on my legs is altered suddenly by this abrupt change. In some ways, the sensation is enhanced and in some ways the sensation is lost. Where the hairs once were, I notice a loss of the

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Tuesday night, I went with my friends Mari and Sharon to a clothing swap. Somehow, there is a certain energy at clothing swaps that seems reminiscent of my childhood slumber parties.This photo was taken back in 1981 at a slumber party for my tenth birthday (yes, I realize I am giving my age away here). ;-) Anyway, that is me in the center. No, the other two gals are NOT Mari and Sharon.

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Being single is so foreign to me, after having been married for over nine years. I'm finding the experience rather curious, actually. The loneliness of my last post is only one piece of this new life.This morning, I woke up feeling all kinds of new insecurities. They hit me hardest while in the shower. The shower can do that for me.I curled up on my hands and knees in the bottom of the tub

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I normally *love* night shifts. The hospital is quiet. There are less people running around. But the few of us who are there create a sense of a small party or get-together. The nurses frequently bring in food to share, creating impromptu potlucks. We exchange stories from our personal lives. There is a strong sense of community among the nurses on my floor who work nights.Tonight, however,

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My dear friend Bettie emailed me today to tell me that the Air Guitar Championship is coming up this May in San Francisco. I *love* playing air guitar. Granted I usually incorporate it into a routine for dancing around my apartment or during karaoke... But nonetheless, I was intrigued that such competitions exist.During a trip to New Orleans in 2003, I had an opportunity to share my air guitar

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Tomorrow, I get to spend the day with C-dog, the dog that C and I adopted together. She has sole custody, but I have asked for visitation rights. So today, I went to the pet store to pick up some doggie gear for our day together tomorrow. I asked, "Do you have those blue bags?" And I held my fingers up in the shape of a roll."I'm not sure what you mean," she answered, looking down at the

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The art show was fun and interesting. I'm always inspired by seeing other people's creative work. The morning before the show, I woke up from a terrible dream. I dreamt that I was laying down and these chickens that had been nice to me earlier suddenly turned on me. They pulled on my hair with their beaks and they were suffocating me. I woke myself up because I felt I couldn't breathe.There

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My friend Rob has two images in the Second Try art show at Warehouse 1310 this Saturday.I don't know what images he'll be showing tomorrow. This series of his, Defense: risk and reward in romantic relationships, is very thought-provoking and moving, so I'll be very curious to see what he's got in this show.If you're interested, join me for the DJ's, art and people-watching at Second Try. When:

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I got a deep laceration on my finger today and had to go to the emergency room. I was amused that the doctor who helped me was named Dr. Hand. I kid you not.Dr. Hand instructed me to stay home from work tonight. I'm kind of bummed. I make tons of extra moula working night shifts. But it's kind of nice to be home, now that I've accepted this fate.I took a photo of my bandaged hand and went to

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When I was about 10 years old, I was just beginning to outgrow having dolls. I never liked baby dolls. I was all about Barbie. There was nothing more appealing than a physical representation of my fantasy image of my future. Yes, that is me on the left, holding a very tiny doll with pink hair. I was convinced that I was in love with that doll. That is my adorable younger sister on my right,

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When I was married to C, I felt free to write whatever I wanted on this blog. For one, she never bothered to read my blogs. And for two, I was very open with her about my crushes and when I flirted with other people and the like. It seems somehow backwards that now that we've broken up, I am feeling very self-conscious about what I write here. Not that I have anything to hide really. I'm not

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Things have been kinda hectic at work lately. For several days in a row, my patients who were otherwise doing well, suddenly started "crashing." That's nursing lingo for "they could die if we don't do something." And these were patients who were not suppose to die. There were two days in a row like this. On the third day, as I was coming into work, one of my coworkers said, "You're working

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Okay, I'm 34 years old and yet it continues to amaze me that I am "allowed" to eat whatever I want. This morning for breakfast, I'm eating a chunky peanut butter and blood orange marmalade sandwich on Trader Joe's sprouted grain bread. And I'm drinking a glass of Odwalla tangerine juice. Somehow this seems oddly indulgent.What did you eat for breakfast today?

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My dear friend Peter recently came to town to visit. We've known each other since we both lived in Washington, DC - wow - 13 years ago now. He currently lives in Illinois, but was in town for the week. His friend Matt invited us to watch him practice poi (aka fire spinning). I'd never even heard of fire spinning before, but was certainly curious.These are some pretty cool photos I found on

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You know, I use to seek out creative people in my life. But now I seem to find myself surrounded by them without realizing how impassioned my friends tend to be by their drive to create. One of my new friends, Katia, had casually mentioned having a book published recently. To be honest, I still haven't read the book yet. In fact, just today, I finally learned the title of her book. But

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Last night, my pal Bettie Black and I went to see the midnight showing of the 1981 classic Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains at the Castro Theater. I had no idea what to expect really. I was mostly going because Bettie wanted to and because I needed to stay up until 3am anyway so I could work a night shift tomorrow. Well, what an awesome film!This movie is about a punk rock girl band

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I'm having a little trouble posting these days, as I'm running into some obstacles in getting my new laptop.But in the meantime, I am *loving* my new apartment. Whenever I feel sad and blue over my breakup, I focus my attention on how thankful I am for my new home.From my living room and kitchen windows, I can see both the Golden Gate Park and the downtown San Francisco skyline. Both sites fill

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My friend Bettie Black ROCKS! I mean both literally and metaphorically. To HEAR her rock, go to her website and click on "music."She also rocks for being such a great friend to me as I've been riding the emotional tides of my divorce. She even tolerated my getting all snotty, curled up on her couch.CHECK her OUT!

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A very dear friend of mine assured me today, "I know you will find the right person."And my reaction surprised me."Actually, C was the right person for the entire 9 1/2 years we were together. And to be honest, I don't know what will happen next. Maybe there will be another "right person" or maybe I'll stay single for the rest of my life. I don't know what's next. But either way, I know this

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The reason I've been so lax in keeping this blog up to date should be rather obvious, right? Packing up 9 1/2 years of my life into boxes and sleeping on friends' couches does not leave much time for blogging.Thank you to everyone who has shown such love and support as I've been going through my divorce. I'm hanging in there.My new apartment will be ready for move in on the 4th. So I may not

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I have been struggling with whether or not to even post about this. And if so, when... [sigh] Ummm... let's see... what to say and how to say it... Do I say anything at all? But this is my main blog. The first blog I ever wrote. And if I don't talk about my life, what is left of this blog? I'd have to close up shop, I suppose. So... here it is:C and I have broken up.It happened four

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I was telling a friend how frustrated I've been lately. Both my mother and my partner (C) have said things to me which have implied that I am responsible for their happiness. Well, my mother has said it as bluntly and as directly as that.Mom: My happiness depends upon you and how you behave.C has not been so blunt, but the message has resounded just as clear. My friend then asked me, "Well,

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I'm pretty.I'm sexy.I'm not saying these things because I'm vain. Quite the contrary. I'm saying them because I'm trying to convince myself that they are true.I'm saying them to counteract the self-hatred I feel. I'm saying them to counter-act the messages my mother has given me throughout my life:"Your ankles are too big.""You're too skinny.""It looks like you've gained some weight [said with

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So I finally returned her call after her third attempt to reach me.ME: So, hey. It's ME. I thought you should know that I'm not coming back.Her: Okay.ME: I've been seeing someone else.Her: Well, thank you for calling and letting me know.ME: Do you want to know why?Her: Yeah, actually, I would.ME: It's your hygienist. She was really mean. I felt like she was punishing me for skipping my

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I was walking along the sidewalk, getting errands done today, when I caught a delightful aroma of food floating up to my nose. [I will refrain from revealing the name of this restaurant.] The mouth-watering smell enchanted me. And having forgotten why I stopped going to that restaurant, I decided to venture in to partake in their spicy specimens.Towards the end of my meal, the waiter came to

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I'm sorry I've been so delinquent with this page. I've been obsessing over my i-pod and i-Tunes. In fact, I must write about music if I write about anything right now.Since this blog is supposedly dedicated to my career as a nurse and my skateboarding hobbies (thus the URL sk8 RN), I've decided to post about nurse-related songs. You know, there just aren't very many that I've come across. But

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Last night, I went with a group of co-workers to The Cafe. I've posted before about a few of my adventures at The Cafe. Interesting things seem to happen in that space.I enjoyed dancing among a circle of my co-workers. I'd never seen any of them dance before, so there was entertainment alone in watching the way they move.I'd been telling my friend Jeff that C and I have been considering having

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On New Year's Eve, C and I played poker and Apples to Apples with two other couples. One of our friends who was celebrating with us gave me a big hug when she saw me. She then stood back and looked me over."You're hair has gotten long!" She exclaimed. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but... it makes me think of Stevie Nicks."Now... you may recall... I have written multiple posts

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Last night, I was walking home from dinner with a friend. It was about 10:45 at night. The air was cool, but none too cold. San Francisco weather is so delightful that way. I passed about eight people on every block. Just the right number of people to feel safe walking alone at night, but not too many to feel annoyed by crowds.I could never afford to buy anything in this city. But I don't

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If depth perception is important to you, you may want to wear swimming goggles, as the rain drops take one eye out at a time as they pelt into your face at the speed of your board.If you prefer sidewalk surfing, as opposed to street surfing, downpours are your best opportunity for a safe ride. While everyone else is staying dry inside or tucked tight under awnings, the sidewalk is all yours.====

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Sorry I've been so quiet on this blog. Instead of blogging, I've been obsessing with the i-Tunes music store. I've had so much fun finding some of my old favorites like:-Tame by The Pixies-Suburban Relapse by Siouxsie and the Banshees-Louis Quatorze by Bow Wow Wow-Rain by The CultAnd remakes of oldies like:-Love Will Tear Us Apart and I Melt With You by Nouvelle VagueOf course, they don't have

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C asked one of her co-workers to watch our cats while we're out of town this weekend. May I add - he is 18 years old.We had a bad experience with a cat sitter once - she had a big party in our apartment and somehow managed to get strange stains in some of the clothes hanging in our closet. Since then, we've primarily opted to leave the cats unattended with ample food. But our 22 year-old cat

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Thanks to Indigo's tip via email, my laptop is back up and running. [big sigh o' relief]. The problem is too embarassing to admit, so I will spare myself the mortification of the sharing of the details. ;-)Damn. I had no idea what torture it would be to be kept off-line like that - or of how dependent I am on my computer.What's the longest you all go between visits with your computer? That

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Hello friends,Unfortunately, my computer at home is on the blitz. The right side of my keyboard produces numbers when I hit the letter key, effectively disabling my computer for any practical purpose. Right now I am posting a quick note during a break at work. I only work two days a week and thus my work computer is not a useful substitute for blogging purposes either.So I do apologize for the

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In past posts, I have written about my own bafflement over whether or not people were flirting with me. But lately, I have been equally as perplexed as to whether or not I am flirting!C and I had Thanksgiving with her extended family out of state. I'd only been to one other family gathering of hers of this size before. That one had been tolerable enough, though her family seemed less than

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Okay, I don't think I've said much about my job on this blog - ever - despite the reference to it in my URL. In fact, I only recall mentioning it in regards to skateboarding there and back (which I haven't been doing lately, having fallen into a lazy routine capitalizing on the incredible ease of public transit in San Francisco). Anyway... I just need to vent a little today about one aspect of

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A very hip, insightful pal of mine has started a new blog that you all should check out, called Dick Flicks. "Dick flick," as The Critic explains, was born out of her disturbance by her male friends' dismissal of certain movies as "chick flicks." Though The Critic has only written one post thus far, I'm sure we are in for continuous thought-provoking posts on this cultural phenomenon. Check it

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You are an AKMA.You stand out from the crowd because of deeply held beliefs in the unknown.You ponder endlessly and treat everyone, even fucknozzles, with respect.WWAD (what would AKMA do) guides your actions.Take the What Blogging Archetype Are You test at GAZM.orgI am so confused. I mean, who is this dude and why is he an archetype? At least my archetype is cast in orange (my favorite color,

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I finally got it together and set myself up with DSL. Of course, I'd been paying for the service for a week before I finally went to pick up the equipment from my work (where I'd had it delivered). And now, I've had the equipment for another week and yet I am posting this via my dial up service.I can't decide if it's laziness or lack of interest in being more time efficient that has left me

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Several weeks ago, I got one of the Where's George? dollar-bills. I think I've slowed down this "currency tracking study" by keeping the bill on my desk all this time, waiting for inspiration to finally log in and register it. So... as a result, my bill has gone 8.2 miles in 42 days! :-) Not very impressive, I'm afraid. But at least I can finally put it back in my wallet and spend it!Has

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I went with three of my boy-buddies (as opposed to "boyfriend") to see the movie Jarhead on Saturday. I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive going to see a war movie, perhaps even more so being the only woman in a small crowd of men.The movie started out with the homophobia and misogynism expected of the military, which made me all the more nervous about where the movie was going. But I have

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For my friend Candy's 29th birthday (her FIRST 29th birthday, in fact), she wanted to party through to the very end of her 20's. So she decided to bastardize kickball by turning it into a drinking game. I seriously love kickball. Drinking is not required to heighten my enjoyment of this joyful sport. But I will do anything for candy (no, that is not suppose to read "booze"). ;-)During my

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Although I abandoned this blog, perhaps in an attempt to once again abandon myself, this one story line wasn't finished yet. It has plagued me these past three months. And yes, this Friday - tomorrow - will mark a significant anniversary for me - 90 days of abstinance from things that had begun to take over my life. I am still struggling. But I've learned so much about myself in the process,

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part 1I just realized that with my sidebar all blank like that, you all can't get into my archives. Fascinating. It's like a mini blog. You only get the few posts that you see. And quickly reach a dead end.There is the mind-body connection people are always talking about. But perhaps there is a mind-cyberspace connection, too. I know I've been very vague about the shit I've been going

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I gave a talk to a group of about fifty nurses this week. I absolutely love public speaking. It scares the beegeezis (sp?) out of me, but I still adore doing it. Without doubt, the exhibitionist/performer in me loves being center stage. And normally that shows through in a positive way, I suppose. This week, with all that was going on, however, the crowd that gathered at the podium when I

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Sometimes the answer is waiting at rock bottom. I let myself go last night and let the scary thoughts spew themselves forth of their own free-will.And as trite as it is, the truth set me free.I apologize to the friends who have emailed, worried about me. I will be okay.I've emailed Blogger asking for help with my side bar woes. So hopefully my blog will be okay soon, too. ;-)

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Okay. I am barely keeping myself together these days. Oh, so many people, especially those who've been through what I am going through, assure me what an incredible fucking job I'm doing. How impressed with me they are.To hell.It's all to hell.I came so close. So close to breaking my promise today. My promise to myself. I mean, who would I be hurting by breaking it? Only me, right? And I

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7/24/05 7:30pm was 49.5 hours ago. That feels like something.However 7/25/05 2:46pm was only frickin' 30.25 hours ago.The emptiness and sorrow have made time stand still and spin, making me so motion sick, I want to puke.I'm not looking too pretty today. Though on the outside, everyone swears I seem so normal, I feel like my hair is standing on end and the tears have permanently stained my face

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Life sucks right now.Please bear with me as this life goes through some reconstruction.

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I want to create silence on my blog. I love silence. But how do I convey it in my blog? Is my blog silent all of the time because you have to read it instead of hearing me speak? Or is there silence in the negative spaces on the page? Or in the absence of a post?I'm feeling very moody today.[insert silence here]

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I had never been to a live auction before, and I wasn't really interested until they called out, "And now we're auctioning off two plane tickets to anywhere in the continental United States. We'll start the bidding at $50."What? Two plane tickets for $50???? That was a ridiculous steal. I raised my hand - little did I know what I was getting myself sucked into."I hear $50. Do I hear $60?"A

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After over ten years of going without, I finally gave in to my desires.I'd been thinking about doing it on and off for years, but I had always managed to check myself every time the temptation arose. I would get so close and then force myself to step back. I thought I'd developed a will-power of steal. I watched Mari slide it in between her full, sensuous lips, painted darkly daring. She made

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Reminder - Mari's Broken Heart exhibit is coming up this week. Again, I tell you, these paintings totally blow me away. Don't you want to buy them all as presents for me? Seriously. I'm a starving student. Support me and my blog by buying Mari's artwork for me. :-)When: The artist reception is Friday, July 22nd, from 7pm until 10pm.Where: 66balmy gallery, 591 guerrero street @ 18th street

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In a study at St. Thomas' hospital in London inquiring about the sex lives of 3200 adult female twins, scientists found that there may be a genetic predisposition of some women towards infidelity."...if a woman is unfaithful, her identical twin sister would be twice as likely as average to be unfaithful as well. A non-identical twin sister of an unfaithful woman would be 50% more likely to have

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As my regular readers know, C is obsessed with taking care of our city's homeless dogs (and cats, too, though that's not her job).So... if you're in San Francisco, come out and support her and the animals this Thursday, July 21.What: 16th Anniversary Party to support San Francisco's Animal Care & ControlWhere: El Rio, 2158 Mission (between Cesar Chavez and Valencia) - 4 blocks from the 24th and

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On the one hand, I get bored easily and am drawn to new experiences. That's why I always love to learn new things on my birthdays. Such as the surfing this year. Another year, C took me to a shooting range and I learned to shoot a gun. One year, we went to Vegas. I'd never been there before, so that was a new adventure, too.But on the other hand, I hate change. For instance, I always click

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C and I were debating whether we tended towards pursuing others romantically or if we preferred being pursued. Of course, being relatively monogamous, we don't do either anymore. So most of our data was pre-matrimony.Personally, I have always preferred to be the one doing the pursuing. I've always been a sucker for the thrill of conquest. It took me years to find joy in being courted by

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I have recently had the opportunity as a nurse to meet with older men and women and engage in some frank discussions about their sex lives.In the questionnaire they filled out, the most intriguing pattern emerged:Are you married? YesAre you sexually active? NoPerhaps intriguing is the wrong word. Disturbing and sad might be more appropriate. I mean, C and I definitely don't have sex as often

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I'm not sure if I saw this meme somewhere else or if I just dreamt it, but listening to music the other day, I got inspired to do this.I've chosen some of my favorite blogs and picked theme songs for them. If you're not on this list, it's not that you're not one of my favorites; it means I had too hard of a time picking a theme song for you and gave up. Sorry. The order of the list is not

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A good friend suggested this pic, though I'm not sure he was being serious at the time. But I thought it actually might obscure my face just enough for me to be comfortable posting it. :-) This photo was taken by photographer Daniel Malone. You may have seen previous posts showing photos he took of me back in January and February of this year.

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Okay, there seems to be one or two folk who would like to see my face appear somewhere in my blog. Of course, little do they realize, if they dug deep enough into my archives, they'd find a few. But alas, I am considering posting a more recent photo - or at least a more recent post of a photo. ;-)You see, the thing is... I feel confortable saying whatever the hell I want to say knowing that

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C and I went camping this weekend with Mari, Mari's beau, Mari's sister and her boyfriend, L, and a fourth couple whom Mari is friends with.We went to Fowler campground near Mount Shasta, where the McCloud Falls are. The scenery was amazing. C and I wondered on our way home how we could ever leave California when we've got scenery like this here (click on links above for photos).The waterfalls

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C: Love is pain. If you really love someone, they inevitably hurt you.ME: So you're saying that I hurt you.C: Don't take this conversation so personally. This is a philosophical discussion. Of course, you've hurt me. Haven't I hurt you?ME (mumbling): Yeah, with this conversation.C: I'm talking about everyone we love - that includes parents, siblings, friends... I defy you to think of

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 The blinking yellow lights of anxiety warn me that the road is rough ahead. The detour sign is not nearly as noticable - camoflauged in amongst my enthusiasm for the road less taken rather than a glaring orange of caution.Though wait, this terrain is familiar. Perhaps I have travelled this road before, I realize, as I come to the stale, solid red light of an achey heart.The nausea of rejection

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Today is my birthday, so I get to talk about whatever the hell I want, right?Recently, I have experienced a rash of conversation on orgies.Most recently, the topic came up while catching a ride home with a co-worker. The subject seemed to jump up out of the blue.Katherine: My friend and I used to have threesomes all of the time. But she is kind of skanky, so I always had to be drunk. Though

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These are probably not the photos she had in mind, but... I guess you'll have to use your imagination for the rest.In this photo, our surfing instructor (in grey sweatshirt and yellow scarf) is giving us tips before we get into the water. I am to the immediate right of the instructor in this photo and C is to my immediate right. 

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I do have a number of photos chronologically between these two, but unfortunately, none after.This is the point at which our photographer (Coco) got distracted by someone or something - as this is the last pic that was taken of the day - while we were heading out into the water to catch our first wave. 

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Surfing was soooooooo much fun. I am definitely going to do that again. Knowing how to skateboard obviously helped, as well as my history of waterskiing throughout my childhood. But I think riding Muni has helped most of all! The train is often so crowded that I don't get a seat. Years of maintaining my balance while riding the train definitely worked the right muscles.I do need to work on

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I found out yesterday that Coco and her girlfriend Reba are paying for me to have surfing lessons today as my birthday present. My birthday isn't for a few days still, but the timing couldn't be more perfect. Every year, I go through a nasty depression leading up to my birthday. It's absolutely, positively my least favorite day of the year. And it is not at all an issue of getting older (well

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Actually, during drinks at the Lexington, Kitkat and her girlfriend S and MC and anonymous, C and I only discussed which pick-up lines had worked. I suppose we all know the bad ones all too well.ME: So what pick-up lines have worked for you?Anonymous: "Hi." Of course, it is all in the timing of the "hi."MC (laughing): Yeah, Anonymous can talk to anyone, anywhere.ME: What lines have worked

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Yesterday was my last day to hang out with Mari at her Polk Street studio. Unfortunately, I had worked night shift beforehand and had gone straight from work to Jury Duty and straight from Jury Duty to her studio, so I hadn't slept for over 27 hours straight (except for the five minutes I totally crashed in the waiting room of the courthouse).I was hoping to finish my painting of the city scape

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I have had some misgivings about publishing this here, as it is not my poem to publish. But I came across this charming piece by an old friend of mine. He wrote this poem and mailed it to me. The poem essentially tells the story of our affair, though his terminology certainly adds drama to our shared history. And exaggerates a bit - as what is "years" in this poem, was truly merely "days" or

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Michelle and I decided to make the most of our last few hours of Gay Pride by heading over to The Cafe to dance. C has to work tomorrow morning, so she decided not to come along.Watching the crowd with its fluid sexuality, I was once again mesmerized by the blurring of lines. I watched men dance with men, women dance with women, then these same men and women dancing together. Then back to

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C, C-dog and I had fun marching in the Gay Pride parade with a doggy contingent. It's too bad our matching wings don't show up better in this photo. C stayed up all night making wings for all of us. Kitkat and S did show up for Pride afterall. My fairy wings must've had some social butterfly magic in them as well, as we ended up meeting up with our friend N, as well. Then MC and her girlfriend

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This weekend is Gay Pride in San Francisco. Normally, by weekend's end, I have a ton of scandalous tales to tell. So far, this weekend has turned out rather G-rated.We usually meet up with Kitkat and her girlfriend S. Unfortunately, S is sick, so they're staying home this year. Instead, we met up with our very cute and hip neighbor girls. We had a nice time, but the licentious flirting seems

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JennyNYC tagged me with this meme. This one was harder than I realized. I had to sit on it and think about it for several days. But I've finally got my list.1. Heavenly CreaturesJennYNYC says "Heavenly Creatures. I identified so much with this movie in which two young lesbian lovers kill one of their parents in order to be together. My young girlfriend and I considered the same thing." Ditto

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I met Jason when I was dating his best friend Cole. Jason would blush awkwardly whenever he was around me. I think he waited about a week after Cole and I broke up before he asked me out.Jason was just not my type. His wirey body with its frantic, caffeinated energy put me on edge. And although I like men (and women) around my own height (5'4"), I'm not as comfortable when I can see the top

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Last night, C really needed an escape from her job at the animal shelter. They had to pull her favorite pitbull from the adoptables to euthanize her. She is the most charming pitbull and sweet and loving in so many ways. But she growls the first time she meets anyone. The second time she meets you, however, she is as charming as can be. But her growling was scaring people, including the

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So you probably already heard about the pit bull mauling that happened in San Francisco about a week ago. The aftermath has been harder and harder on my beloved C. She works at an animal shelter in the Bay area, thus she works with lots of pits. Since this incident, she has seen a large number of people dropping off their misbehaving pit bull pets to the shelter. This is good, on the one hand

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Tescosuicide tagged me for this one and you can probably tell that his answers inspired some of my own. Sorry, kids, sk8rn is a wee bit tired this morning..."Five things society at large enjoys, but that I, for the most part, just don't get."1. SUVs in cities - unless you're going to be doing some serious off-road driving or rescuing people trapped in snowstorms, I don't understand why people

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