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  <title>Bringin' CrazyBack</title>
  <subtitle>I was born a strange black child...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Liberty Libertine</name>
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  <updated>2007-01-29T17:50:53Z</updated>
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    <title>Anyone know any jobless Machincal Engineers? (public post)</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T17:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T17:50:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">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.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jaila:191082</id>
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    <title>Distraction from two sets of mourning</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T14:23:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-04T14:23:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/armchair.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>RIP Greg Abbott</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T13:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-04T13:38:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh...my...God...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jaila:181866</id>
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    <title>Okay, let's see if this works....</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T22:17:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T22:30:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last all-inclusive post, my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than welcome to pop me an email if you don't see the next post I'm about to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I've joined the crowd and got myself a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/libertylibertine"&gt;myspace account&lt;/a&gt;.  Let's be friends!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jaila:181679</id>
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    <title>jaila @ 2006-09-13T04:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-13T08:19:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-13T08:19:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And yesterday MARTA welcomed me back with open arms and a two hour train delay.  I didn't even get home until 7:15...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jaila:181347</id>
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    <title>RIP Blitzy (1989-2006)</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T02:13:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T02:13:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It was too good to be true, honestly...I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terance gets the fucking Medal of Honor for actions above and beyond the call of duty, mostly putting up with my sorry weeping ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post more, but it's past my bedtime.  I've got a fucking bus to catch to work tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>meh, lazy and bummed</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T03:29:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T03:37:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">no, this is still a public post, I haven't felt much like doing anything this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, I can sleep a little better once I get this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await the magic hour once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for sleep.  Maybe my new best friend Vicodin can give me a hand...</content>
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    <title>Transformus Pics!</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T02:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T03:10:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaila/234520775/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/90/234520775_31c2d35a5b_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="Crouching Bitch, Hidden Tent (Sorta)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;		&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaila/234520775/"&gt;Crouching Bitch, Hidden Tent (Sorta)&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jaila/"&gt;Liberty Libertine&lt;/a&gt;.	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so here are my favs out of the set of Transformus photos that the super-awesome Scott Bragg did of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw x2, new icon!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jaila:180504</id>
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    <title>Where in DragonCon was Kiki?</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T13:33:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T13:33:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...for the first time in nearly four years, I didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at that three to GOD hour line wrapped around the Hyatt and it was "oh hell no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, there will be better planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone looking for us yesterday, I'm sorry.  We should do a meal or something sometime.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jaila:180258</id>
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    <title>Waiting for the Vicodin to kick in...</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T15:10:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T16:20:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.lifesite.net/ldn/2006/aug/06083002.html"&gt;Colombian Catholic Church Excommunicates All Involved in 11-year-old Rape Victim’s Abortion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...have no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;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..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...He is an innocent baby.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!  I thought we were discussing that poor innocent &lt;b&gt;girl&lt;/b&gt; 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 &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt; child of 11 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you with a cross.  Splintered with nails driven through it.</content>
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    <title>Quick Updates</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T23:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T23:30:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">* Thanks to some random memo I received at work last week concerning the identifing myself as a Revenue employee on public and private web pages, I will be locking down my posts to Friends only starting next week (Whether that will be from now on or retroactivly is still in question).  While I'm doing that, I'd like to cull my F-list a bit.  Anybody still wishing to remain listed, just reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am beyond broke, thanks to the car fisaco over a week ago and a few unexpected payments.  This beyond brokeness shall end once my paycheck rolls in on Thursday, but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This kind of eats into my Friday the 13th b-day vacation plans.  Ah well, I'll do what I do best, roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am only making an apperance at Dragon on Saturday.  I'd like to see/hang out with some of you folkies during that time.  Pop me an email with some sort of contact info on it and I'll holla at you once we're on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks to the wonderfully talented Scott Bragg (a.k.a. he who did my corset pics back in January), I have a set of nice Transformus poses.  The usual editing and posting (I have to make sure any boobies aren't showing, etc.) will commense soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am nearing the end of my vaunted patience with many things in my life right now, mostly random acts of stupid.  Luckily, this is the fuel that is driving me towards making some major changes, so in a way, I welcome it.  Of course I'll be wanking about them in more detail here.  Stay tuned.</content>
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    <title>Random meme thing!</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T22:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T22:02:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, really...I'm usually sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your guaranteed weeping movie? I don't go to movies to cry.  That's not entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done?&lt;br /&gt;Lipo on my tummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's one thing you like to do alone? Almost everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a fear? Being broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moments? I stutter...badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a pyromaniac? just with candles and incense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have too many love interests?&lt;br /&gt;not recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Futon with black sheets and a black and burgandy blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of movie would you play in?&lt;br /&gt;comedy or porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;my wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you happy with your given name?&lt;br /&gt;fuck no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? there isn't an amount in existence yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What color is your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you were listening to? Mr. Macho Man by Lords of Acid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you talk a lot? Only when I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How do you eat an apple?&lt;br /&gt;Cut into pieces (damn weak teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you order at a bar?&lt;br /&gt;usually a Black Velvet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever pierced your body parts?&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you drive a stick-shift?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is one trait you hate in people? Entitlement complexes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What kind of watch do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;cheap-ass black digital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you consider yourself materialistic? Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you cook the best?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever recipie is put in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you prefer to stand out or blend in? Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (sadly my hips and ass make this one impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's one car you will never buy? Fucking S-Moo-Vs. I don't need any compensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What kind of books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;non-fiction, usually about sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If you won the lottery, what would you do? pay off debt, gift Psi U, invest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Burial or cremation?&lt;br /&gt;Burnanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's one thing you're a loser at? Life, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you cry in front of your friends? I try not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What kind of first impression do you think you give to people?&lt;br /&gt;"WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you a lover or a fighter?&lt;br /&gt;lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When's the last time someone made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;John, last year, for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite communication method? Email and LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many drinks before you're tipsy? depends on the drink, usually 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is the person you speak to on LiveJournal the most?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who do you wish you talked to more?&lt;br /&gt;Terance (yeah, calling everyday just isn't enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Who will post it next? Whoever wants it.</content>
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    <title>jaila @ 2006-08-20T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T03:08:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T03:09:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Koi no Dance Site" - Morning Musume</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whoo, I'm pooped, and I have a lot to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**First, the car (now named Blitzy) failed her emissions test, so no tag for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until I gave Terance a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has a shiny new Madison County tag to last her until this October.  That will give me plenty of time to either (a) fix the thing that keeping her from passing (a nearly 200 dollar repair job) or (b) move to Madison County or the general Athens area, where emmissions testing isn't required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Blitzy makes the whole visiting thing very, very easy now.  I feel so much more balanced in my relationships now that I have the ability to go out and see people without wondering "And just how am I going to get home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**On that same thread, the afternoon commute up 316 to Athens is a bitch any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm still pretty "blah" on D*C this year.  Besides seeing people I don't get to normally see and checking out what The Cruxshadows are up to, I don't think I can justify the cost of doing the whole weekend.  So I'm thinking just heading up with Terance for whatever day the band is playing (cause he's a fan who has never seen them live), saying my hellos to everyone (much easier with this cellphone), seeing CXS, and then finding something else to do for the extended weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Given my general "bleh" on cons that don't start with Froli-, the jury is still out on AWA as well (I mean, hell, I've never gotten laid during AWA anyways, so...).  I mean, I could justify going long enough to see the horror of "The Hour that Doesn't Exist" and whatever happens with the "Yaoi After Dark" panel...but...bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The job search goes...  It would be a lot less stressful if I could just sit down and learn how to write a decent cover letter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I've been way too tempted to just find excuses to use up my annual leave and not show up at my job.  But now they've got me training five people at once (on three different things-whee!), so the power of gulit compels me otherwise.  I wonder how much of my leave (annual, sick, comp time, holiday) will I get in cash when I quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I've just spent this afternoon helping Terance give away some kittens at a Wal-Mart.  This was after being taught how to throw a punch (hey, I asked).  I thought it was a perfect ending to a fairly nice weekend of getting shit done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**My new music obsession is Morning Musume. I have crossed over to the dark side of J-pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* Did I forget anything?</content>
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    <title>jaila @ 2006-08-15T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-16T02:42:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-16T02:42:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The title in now in my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have purchaced insurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow I go and get the tag renewed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all mine! *cackles madly*</content>
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    <title>Details!</title>
    <published>2006-07-30T14:03:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-30T14:03:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm not doing any long-term driving (read: nothing farther than the Publix and Target a couple of blocks away) until I get the title in my name and insurance, so I won't be visiting/hanging out/etc. for a little bit longer, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to give mad, mad props to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_seldomawake' lj:user='seldomawake' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://seldomawake.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://seldomawake.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;seldomawake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for his help (and extra stuff!) yesterday.  Go you, happy birthday, and enjoy your new ride.  You totally deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me...I'm well, too happy for words, honestly.  My brain is just imploding with the possiblities now, and I'm so grateful for each one.  I can't wait until I start waking up at 5:30 instead of 4 to get to work (flipping off the Number 8 all the way)...whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to grocery shop!</content>
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    <title>Annoucment!</title>
    <published>2006-07-29T19:26:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-29T19:26:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pigmassacre' lj:user='pigmassacre' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pigmassacre.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pigmassacre.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pigmassacre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I now am wheel'ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice with me!</content>
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    <title>Randomness</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T01:22:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T01:22:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rejoice with me, for I have reached the High-Wank part of Kingdom Hearts II!</content>
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    <title>Vacation Nearly Done</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T01:00:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T01:00:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;For starters:&lt;/b&gt;  Sadly, I am no longer 2d6 for Sexy.  The left dice that fell off during Sexy Halloween fell off again during Transformus...and we couldn't find it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am sporting Hematite balls...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Weekend:&lt;/b&gt; The weekend was lovely.  Transformus was just as dirty!Hippie as I expected, but a lot of fun.  It helped that I didn't listen too carefully to anyone on anything stronger than beer.  Yay for running into a lot of people that I haven't seen in forever (including the valedictorian from my high school-weird!).  Unfortunatly I did the wimpy old lady thing and didn't stay up all night.  Hell, Terance and I crashed out right after the big wicker man thing burned to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned a few important lessons about camping in the mountains.  Mainly about staying warm at night in the middle of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than glad to get back to his place yesterday to commune with some hot running water.  I even got to drive part of the way back-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terance:&lt;/b&gt; So yeah, I love him.  Nothing new there, right?  I apparently impressed the hell out of him with my self-reliance.  Little things like having the campsite mostly packed up with he was struggling to get his car out of the mud at Transformus, common sense stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met his mother today, she likes me. I managed to be in his prensence for that many days (Wens. to today) and not be utterly sick of him...as a matter of fact, he got used to my presence.  We seem to work well together.  The sudden omgheshere! feelings faded fast into this comfort thing. We don't need each other, but it's nice to have him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is still something very, very new and amazing to me.  He's a keeper. Which brings me to the next point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Future:&lt;/b&gt; Well, it shouldn't come as a surprise by now that I hate my job.  I haven't gotten a great deal of enjoyment out of it since Corvette died.  I've also been in Atlanta for damn near 7 years.  Given my transisent childhood, that's the longest I've lived in one city ever. I've become frustrated and annoyed with the town in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could score a car and a great chunk of my complaints would disappear.  But I've been toying with the idea of getting the fuck out since I was engaged years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Athens about three times now. Athens is looking rather good. And yes, Terance is a big reason why, but I'm starting to dig the smallish town vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housing is also way, way cheaper.  Easier to get my own place and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kicking around the idea.  No, I'm not going to just fly up there any time soon on a whim to be with a guy I've only dated for 4 months.  That's immature and stupid, and you know that's not how I roll. I have to &lt;b&gt;at least&lt;/b&gt; find a decent job first, nevermind seeing how we work out as a couple. Fuck, even if we don't work out, I just might go anyway. And of course, there's the that whole car question. That will take months.  So I've got my feelers out in both Atlanta and Athens.  Whichever one bites first gets a load of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow I have off for decompressing reasons...I'm so not looking forward to clocking in the next day...oh well...</content>
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    <title>Athens/Asheville bound</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T12:15:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I've got my shit packed and I'm ready to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or bus as the case may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading off for a well deserved vacation, and I hope to see some of you weirdos as Transformus this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you I'll see on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eddieizzardvoice*Ciao!*/eiv*</content>
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    <title>Well, that was a nice surprise...</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T21:20:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T21:20:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For Sexxy Halloween, I was expecting to just work the desk, since I'm a little out of commission to play, and have as much fun as one can have with their tits hanging out (I was a sexy Black Widow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating was fun, I got to see a lot of folk that I haven't seen since Frolicon.  I got asked a lot "Well, is your guy coming?" and saying a lot of "Well, no..." and "We're actually skipping this week because of Transformus" (saving money and all that jazz).  I missed him...even more so when it looked as if everyone was bringing/had brought their S.O.'s with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Terance up after comiserating with Kate (she misses her boy too), and he called me back as I was changing at JuJu's place.  After telling him that people were asking about him, and hearing that people were asking about me at the birthday party he went to Friday night, he decided to come down to the party anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "Happy Kiki"?  I'm sure you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was great, the decorations were lovely, and I was having a blast until the dice of one of my nipple rings fell out.  After about 30 minutes of proding around with tools, I just decided that we should probably hear home before I lose the piercing itself and the hole closed back up (sorry about missing my shift, guys, but I kinda didn't want to lose that happy hole of mine).  I felt kinda bad that I didn't get to party as much as I wanted, or to show off Terance more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*  We're discussing going to Around the World together (well, I know I'm going, I just have to see if he wants to come along).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, two days of work to endure, and then I'm hopping a bus to start my vacation.  I'll be back on Monday and will take all of Tuesday off to recover.  This is the longest we'll be in each other's faces; I do hope we don't get completely sick of each other by then.</content>
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    <title>I have no clue what I've just done..</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T13:58:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T13:58:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've played spontaneous hooky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid hooky.  I was at the station at 6:40 in the morning, fully dressed, lunched, and waiting on the 77 to take me to the building.  Due to a delay with the 8 and the train I ended up on, I'd missed my normal 77, but it didn't bug me like it normally would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd normally be spitting nails about having to throw down cab fare and still being late to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there I was, sitting there, I just start tearing up for no good reason.  The urge to just leave hit me so bad that I was back on the platform waiting for a Northbound before I knew it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, yesterday at work wasn't all that great.  My mood was so poor, and then dealing with my various pains in the ass...you'd think they would have noticed the aura of "not now, don't fuck with me today" radiating off me, but of course, they're not hired for their intelligence.  My mood got so much better when I left without a word, headed for Crunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this morning.  I don't know why I was wiping tears off my face for most of the trip to Five Points.  I managed to get it together then to call in.  Maybe I really wasn't up for dealing with my job today since my mood hadn't really improved since yesterday. I didn't have anything else on forefront of my mind at the moment (no, not even Terance, so don't ask).  I wasn't like I had some big desire to finish a chapter, work on my costumes, or play more KHII...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*</content>
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    <title>...scared...</title>
    <published>2006-07-09T23:11:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So, before I get to the point of the subject, let's do a weekend wrap up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardio Striptease was fun!  Our instructor is this muscly jock looking guy by the stage name of Brown Sugar.  Yeah, I had my doubts just looking at him, but once the class got underway, there was no doubt this man knew what he was doing.  I hurt so much Saturday morning, but I had a nifty little routine in my head to show off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, of course I'll be back next Friday for class...why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terance came by Saturday afternoon. (apparently we just couldn't wait a whole month before seeing each other again at Transformus. I say "we" because I nearly bused it up to Athens last weekend on my way home from work, so the feeling is kinda mutual.  Bite me.)  He brought along with him a Vietnamese cookbook and we trolled the Farmer's Market to make tons of food.  We were up to our ears in spring rolls and calamari before we even started on the stir fry and rice concoction.  Luckily I'd taken care of dessert early that day by whipping up some lemon blueberry muffins, though by the time they were done, thanks to the fact that I used a little too many berries it was more like BLUEBERRY &lt;font size="2"&gt;lemon&lt;/font&gt; muffins.  I pulled them out a little too soon, but a few more minutes in the oven later that they were passable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food all in all was delicious.  And apparently I can cook well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary part came during cooking.  Since my room is a closet, I couldn't show off what I'd learned the night before, so we went outside.  He liked it, to say the least.  Afterwards we're just talking and such and we came to a startling conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like each other. A great deal.  Okay, okay, we more than like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fuck it, that other four letter l-word was used, but he said it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.  Every rational part of me is saying what a bad idea this is.  "A little soon for the sap, isn't it?" "You've been together for how long? (more or less since Frolicon, but he pointed out that we known each other since Janurary)"  "Well I guess it's pretty much over now."  "Way to go, genius, why didn't you just tear out your heart for him to stomp on now and spare yourself the pain later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm scared shitless right now (on a high point, so is he).  I don't even know what this means anymore. I gave myself guidelines to keep myself from getting hurt with someone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get too involved," I told myself."And for fuck's sake, if you're stupid enough to do so, keep it to yourself." Hell, I closed up shop completely months ago.  I was even considering celibacy (don't laugh, it's true).  What the hell happened?  This was the last thing I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the same, it feels nice.  I'll admit that.  Even though there will be consequences to face, it feels good now.  And that rational part of me is begging me to end it now, while it feels good, instead of waiting for the end.  But I'm not sure if I want to.  I don't really have a Plan B for this type of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell indeed?  Good thing I've got about a week (leaving to do Transformus on the 19th) to figure out what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_stellabambino' lj:user='stellabambino' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stellabambino.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://stellabambino.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stellabambino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'd rather him not know what I'm feeling at this very moment, please.  I've got a great deal to think about.</content>
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    <title>Grrr...MARTA rant</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T17:56:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T18:00:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Morning Musume - "The MANPOWER!!"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've just wasted about 3 hours of my time waiting for buses to not show up.  I was kinda hoping to spend the Fourth doing something other than staring at my computer all day long.  Six Flags was a possiblity, visiting the house was another.  Hell, it just would have been nice to have gotten to the Farmer's Market earlier today to pick up a few things before the heat wave began, which was the purpose of me heading out in the first place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being a savvy MARTA rider, I've been checking the website and reading the little updates on the news screens at the train stations to see what schedule the system would be running on for today.  That would be the defining factor of what I would end up doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I found: &lt;a href="http://www.itsmarta.com/getthere/holiday.htm"&gt;Click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No holiday schedules in effect at this time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, using my nutty little logic, I assumed that the system would be running like normal today.  Good, that means the stupid number 8, the North Druid Hills, Mr. "I don't run on the weekends even though I run on a major street", would be up and running.  I could make it to the Farmer's Market fairly easy on that bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later, I was proven to be wrong.  Luckily the stop I chose was under a huge magnolia tree, or I would have baked.  I tried calling Customer Service to ask "wtf?", but at 10:30 it was a 10 minute wait and by 11, they were closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irony moment:&lt;/b&gt;  The recording that told me they were closed also gave their hours.  According to that, it shouldn't have been closed at all, even on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go home for a quick water break (and checking the above website to make sure it said what it said) before going in the opposite direction to try to catch the somewhat more reasonable 19 Clairmont Rd., Mr. "I'm great until after 7 on Saturdays and all day Sunday, unless you like walking 20 minutes to and from the VA hospital".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it didn't take an hour for me to realize that bus wasn't coming either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, you couldn't have paid me to walk 30-40 minutes to see if the 30 LaVista was running.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you MARTA, you totally dropped the ball on this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give my right tit for a piece of shit car.  No really.  As long as it has four wheels, goes, and isn't MARTA, I'd take it.  I'm tired of dealing with this bullshit. From the buses to the trains to the fellow obnoxious passengers, I'm sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can't really do anything productive without one.  I want to eventually move out of Atlanta.  I want to get a job far away of south Atlanta (because frankly, once you get past Five Points, it just gets louder and more obnoxious). I want to socialize more and hang out with people without worrying about "how am I going to get there/home?"  I want to be able to buy more than a week's worth of groceries with out wondering "and just how am I going to get all of this home?"  I want to not have to wake up at 4 in the fucking morning just to get to a job 20 minutes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky enough to possess a vehicle, kiss it. Fuck the tailpipe. Get into three hour long traffic and smile the whole time.  Not matter how high the gas prices get, it's far, far better than MARTA.  You don't know just how good you've got it.  Don't let them fool you, yes, choosing transit is good for the enviroment.  I'd recommend it if we actually had a transit system worth a damn.  The only thing MARTA is good for is getting to the airport.  Even that is shoved into the faces of car drivers as a way to lure them onto the trains.  But car drivers are appartently smarter than that, oh yes.  They don't need to deal with it, so they don't.  Smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, even this holiday's big promotion was aimed at car drivers.  "Don't fight through traffic, take MARTA to your 4th festivites!"  "We're running trains at a much faster schedule than we would for those lowly non-drivers just for you today!"  How else could you explain the sheer lack of buses today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't so damn tired of walking out the door today, I'd go buy a few beers.</content>
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    <title>Bored..</title>
    <published>2006-06-30T01:31:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-30T01:31:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was the first day in all the time that I've worked as Team Leader that the entire fucking office had no work to do.  After 10am, we'd processed everything that came in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a Lead Worker, I couldn't leave.  Most of my Team didn't leave either so after some busy work was done, I basically left them to their own devices and worked on my next chapter for the last two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I joined a gym.  Actually I got a free membership for a week at Crunch at Buckhead from a contest I entered at Pride.  I came in to claim it and left with a 40 dollars a month membership (at a place that normal runs 94 a month with a 200 initiation fee).  Absently mentioning where I work sometimes has it's perks....&lt;br /&gt;They won me with the Cardio Striptease class.  I'm going for my first tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, anyone know of anything happening tommorrow night...I'd rather not be so bored two days in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, as soon as my manager okays the time request sheet, Transformus is on!  I'm looking forward to going there, looking forward to seeing all you random people who are going there, looking forward to seeing Terance again (shut up!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In even more news, I go for my first girlie doctor check in damn near 5 years two weeks from now.  Yep, nervous is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for my very first phsyical in August.  I'm, of course, scared shitless.  I dont' even know what constitutes a "physical"...I just hear that they are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the updates I can think about...or at the least am willing to post about (unless you really really want to know about a new fetish I've been converted to...and you don't...)</content>
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    <title>Pride...</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T01:21:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T01:21:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got loud, I got proud...I got left for the Dyke March (which left 10 minutes early, wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rained on the way home, and for today, I got rest...yay boiled edamame and a beer....</content>
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