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Apparently, the firm that Terance works for is in need of a ME, like now. This job would require flying up to New Jersey to do it, and unfortunatly I wasn't given much in the way of details, with this being a military engineering firm and all. But if this seems interesting or if you know anyone how might have a passing interest, buzz me an email at jailakat (at) gmail (dot) com.

Distraction from two sets of mourning

Quite inappropriate for how I'm feeling at the moment (I leave the Internet for four days and this is what happens? Yeah, I did not find that funny either...) but I did want to fill this out before I forget.

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RIP Greg Abbott


Okay, let's see if this works....

Last all-inclusive post, my friends...

You're more than welcome to pop me an email if you don't see the next post I'm about to drop.

btw, I've joined the crowd and got myself a myspace account. Let's be friends!
And yesterday MARTA welcomed me back with open arms and a two hour train delay. I didn't even get home until 7:15...

It was almost like it was actually saying, "What were you thinking, getting your own vehicle? Don't you know you belong here in this failing sewer of a transit system just like all these other globs of shit you're pressed in with? Let me remind you of your place..."

RIP Blitzy (1989-2006)

It was too good to be true, honestly...I should have known better.

Blitzy's transmission conked out not five minutes from Terance's place yesterday evening. While I'm glad I was close enough to trek it back to his place, I'm not exactly happy about the circumstances...

I spent today up at Terance's while he was at work. He lives in the middle of nowhere, and that really helped me get me mind off of what happened yesterday. So much quiet, so much solitude...

The tow company is willing to look at the car to see if its something other than the trans (read: cheaper to fix) that went kablooey.

Terance gets the fucking Medal of Honor for actions above and beyond the call of duty, mostly putting up with my sorry weeping ass.

I'd post more, but it's past my bedtime. I've got a fucking bus to catch to work tomorrow.

meh, lazy and bummed

no, this is still a public post, I haven't felt much like doing anything this afternoon...

hopefully, I can sleep a little better once I get this out...

There's just something about pulling up to the parking lot of my apartment after work and seeing it empty that just puts a smile on my face.

For about an hour, I can relax, wind down, and let the annoyances of dealing with people for 8 hours (not even mentioning the traffic there and back) just slide off my back. It's quiet. I can walk from one end of the place to the other (naked, if I was that daring) freely. Dealing with dishes or running the vaccum or chopping veggies for dinner or any other chores are meditative exercises. I feel centered. Sometimes I just sit in the living room and enjoy the silence. My awareness just expands, I'm no longer tightly bunched in myself. The solitude is so beautiful, and I'm the truest me I can be.

For that hour, I can just pretend that my dream has come true, that I have a place of my own to call home. There I choose to deal with no one but myself. The problems of the world and other people's issues are left behind the door. They can't touch me beyond these four very real walls.

Then I hear a key turn in the door, and the fantasy ends. The inner walls come back up, the body tenses. My awareness shrinks back to surround me, and I'm disappointed and weary. Where did home go?

I await the magic hour once more.

Well, so much for sleep. Maybe my new best friend Vicodin can give me a hand...

Transformus Pics!

Okay, so here are my favs out of the set of Transformus photos that the super-awesome Scott Bragg did of me.

I even managed to drag Terance into a few shots. I really didn't want to add any of those because (a) it's so damn sappy and corny to have "hey, look at how cute we are" photos of yourself and (b) some of them have us humorously looking in two different directions (and yes, I was the idiot looking directly at the camera).

But hey, I'm feeling a little corny. And the two I picked are rather awesome. I'm thinking of getting a print of both.

Anyway, enjoy!

btw, I'll be moving to Friends Only on tommorrow. The retroactive move off all of my previous posts (goddam that's a lot) will commense shortly after that.

btw x2, new icon!

Where in DragonCon was Kiki?

...for the first time in nearly four years, I didn't make it.

One look at that three to GOD hour line wrapped around the Hyatt and it was "oh hell no".

I was sad (I did put together a cute costume and Terance was rocking the psuedo-pirate thang), but I can deal this time. We made the most of the rest of the day together, though, so I'm not too sad now.

Next year, there will be better planning.

To everyone looking for us yesterday, I'm sorry. We should do a meal or something sometime.

Waiting for the Vicodin to kick in...

Colombian Catholic Church Excommunicates All Involved in 11-year-old Rape Victim’s Abortion

I...have no words.

Well, maybe a few.

Archishop Luis Augusto Castro, president of the Bishops’ Conference of Colombia, spoke out against the Court’s decision to accept abortion in difficult cases involving rape or incest, saying “The child is innocent…the criminal should be punished and put in jail for a long time, but the child should not have to pay for the sins of another..."

I completely agree with you. That poor young girl has suffered enough. It can't possibly be healthy for her to carry a fetus to term at her age. And just imagine the trauma she's already gone through...

"...He is an innocent baby.”

What! I thought we were discussing that poor innocent girl unwittingly raped and knocked up? Are you trying to tell me that some teensy little pre-human (which, by the way, may also be a girl) has more of a right than a living child of 11 years?

Fuck you with a cross. Splintered with nails driven through it.