Skateboard Musings at 2am

Nothing beats a nice long chat sitting on skateboards inhaling the night sky.

I've realized that it's easier to put on a public persona that makes people easily categorize you than actually advertise more complex parts of your life and confuse the hell out of people.

I know who I am, and I don't like to burden people with things I believe that I should take care of myself.

Sorry I missed your call, Lori. I hope you're getting some rest. Hopefully I'll get to talk to you tomorrow.

"I like salt!" Fun fun times Jane. Korean supermarkets and supersoft tofu are neato.

NSU - Fun times at Blake's. And thanks for the Yuri Memoir. I can't wait to read it.

I'm now behind on sleep because of you and your damned borrowed skateboard. Thanks for the talk and the vitamin water.

Chris D, sorry I'm consistently late to helping you set up with the table. I'll try to be on the hour tomorrow, although in all honesty, we'll see.

Meg, you left your necklace here. Sorry I haven't sent it to you yet, but I'm working on it. You may want to send me your addy just in case.

Sickness, Fuck you to all Hell.

Happy Big 21 to my favorite person to pepper spray, Brian Gorajski. Take no prisoners.

In a way, I'm glad that I've become good enough with keeping up facades and masks that people eventually completely buy into them. But on the other hand, I feel like I'm becoming a stereotype to a lot of people.

Interesting point of the night: people have had problems with me because I've taken people's words at face value, (ie, they say they only want to hook up, and I believe them), when those people criticizing me take what I say at face value. Think about that one.

I know it was a very random post, with many individual "shout outs," but so it goes. Gotta change stuff up once and a while.

Goodnight.