thedarksiren2 | no mo' mojo-madness yo

it is so nice to understand things as clear as day, and the sunshine in Cleveland today is outstanding by the way.

and you all thought I was goth...*scoffs*

OK, define me,

-pale skin
-lots of silver jewelry
-hair is usually some idea of red or auburn
-sparkly make-up
-clothing is almost always black and red, although gray and white are also fav's
-loves the sunshine
-Adores trees more
-wants to have sex with a tree spirit, as a matter of fact
-loves laughter
-tattoos
-piercings
-likes big, shtompy shoes that make her feel not-so-short (even if she is a typical height)
-twisted sense of humor (see "Bunny Suicides" and Tim Burton)
-Loves kids

man, this list could go on and on...I almost feel like I am placing a personal add. LOL

I realize that this weekend is going to be very quiet in Cleveland, considering the number of you peeps that are cruising very soon. I am jealous, but not. Haven't ever thought of a cruise to be my cup of tea. Then again, I adore Mexico, so...get a sombrero, they guard the scalp very well and hinder the sun's idea of practical joking via sunburns on foreheads.~8)

Truly though, everything is wonderful and amazing. The funk of the weekend has passed, and I am ready for this week to carry me through to the rest of my life. Next week I will start school, 17 credit hours AKA six classes, five days a week,including two 4-credit hour classes that will surely be my biggest challenge. I cannot wait for the one though. I miss writing creatively, or doing anything creatively for that matter. At any rate, I will likely become relatively invisible.

As a side note, I love MOOGs.~8) Add a dash of vodka, banana-flavored something and a very silly

cavemanhed playing drums at 4AM somewhere in the heart of Sandusky, and life is good.

Also, clarity is the most glorious feeling to experience. Long conversations at 2AM with

krylon64 made the shoulders a bit lighter this morning. And many thanks to all who said my insanity was pretty...it wasn't such a bad idea, just as you all assured me.~8)

All this aside, I wonder how The Mysterion is doing. He/she has been very quiet for a while, since the enigmatic poem anyway which, I believe, was their way of telling me goodbye. I still wonder if I will ever know who this person is (was?). Sometimes I swear I know, but then the lines become blurry and I trip again. I guess I do not need to know, but I am always grateful to them, and I hope they know that.

OK, I am super-dee-duper late for a meeting. The slack has GOT TO STOP!!!

heh.

tra-la-laaaa!!!