Absolutely mindless self-indulgence at 1AM

A song for moonthink...


OMG it hurts...

*shivers*


For you cat lovers...a dedication


And finally, At the Gay Bar!"
The angel is too damn cute, IMO.



*All contributions c/o one drunken adagiogray....go kill him and leave me alone ~;)

On a slightly more disturbing note...

I heard about this on the news today. Somehow reminds me of telepathic technology.

or maybe it's just me.

Ok, so who wants a remote control now?
Bueller?
Bueller?

More in-depth on Mad Max

After coming home from drooling over books and cds and getting lost in Passou and Neruda's minds at Borders, I found myself longing to do something, but everything that was around either wasn't appealing and/ or cost too much money (ie - going to the Paul Van Dyke show @ Metropolis would've been rad). I gave bindrune some laughs, and she encouraged me to do what I had kind of thought about doing, but was leary of...

I am still on that Hot or Not site, right? I have actually met some really cool people, such the Guatemalan-who's-really-French-and-in-Denmark right now. I have two people whom I consider true pen-pals, which is nice. Well, about two weeks ago I got a "match" from someone not 16572357423543 miles away. We wrote back and forth, and eventually I decided to call him. The first night we talked for about an hour which, as those who know me well will tell you, is very odd. He was just as funny on the phone as he was in writing, and very intelligent, although his ways with words are not the most sophisticated. I liked talking with him though, soo...

So bindrune told me I should go for it, call him and ask him to meet me somewhere. I had been thinking about doing it all day, she just pushed me.

So I called him, and we were to meet at midnight at Lincoln Park Pub.

I walked in and b-lined for the bar. I was nervous, which was silly but I needed a beer to settle my nerves. I am not good at first meets, usually too chatty and goofy.It wasn't a date or anything, just two people meeting in person, so that made it a bit easier.

When I turned around, I saw eyes from across the seas of bodies staring from the door. I raised an eyebrow, and he lifted his drink to me. I raised mine as well, and we met in the middle.

( The Blind Date that wasn't but was but but...yeah )

I wonder if my Mysterion ever got his/her answer from here. I am really more curious than ever, now that I know the IP address is in Mentor.
Yup, if you're reading this, check it out: i was all resourceful and shtuff! LOL
Not that I can figure it out any better than before...no clue who might work out there. The few people whom I know that live out that way, well, I cannot figure out why any of them, were it to be them, would do such things. Not that they aren't kind and giving; most of my friends are. I.just.don't.know.

And yeah, I do want to know. You deserve a hug, you stealthy-freak!
~;)

For now though, sleep is calling.

Dear Mysterion,

I began this with all sorts of images to relay to you
almost fighting floods as I reference
something I did not understand
entirely
until now.

but instead,
let me simply say

This will take some time to digest
and I hope my initial impression is not correct

and
more importantly

as always,

Thank you.