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What was it I'd said about no Leonard Cohen when I'm depressed? Nevermind. I'm listening to my favorite Leonard Cohen tribute CD, despite being absolutely downtrodden and feeling like I've been kicked about.

It was a good day for me, don't get me wrong. Then I came home and it was another one of those "somebody put me out of my misery" nights.

Maybe I should just get offline and do something besides feel mopey.

all the news unfit to print

Still feeling a bit out-of-sorts, but I'm doing a little better than I was a couple of hours ago. Sometimes, I just get into those really inexplicable funks - and most times, I can get out of them enough to be sociable - but tonight, this one truly knocked me onto my ass.

If nothing else, I did get my laundry done, and finished reading The Handmaid's Tale. I wanted to start reading The Story of O, but the beginning of the story reminded me that I had another, similarly-themed novel to finish reading. (I'm so scattershot with my reading, and I am prone to reading more than one book at a time.)
{Edit: I have yet to finish Dante's Inferno. It was starting to get interesting, too. Like I said, I have no attention span sometimes.}


I've come to terms with the fact that my creativity is currently in hibernation, and will re-emerge when I'm not running about hopped up over *having to* be creative. (So anyone waiting for me to write more smut - be patient, my lovelies. It'll happen again sometime soon...)

In the meantime, I will do my damndest to avoid getting into situations where I end up feeling like the lowest life form. In other words, maybe I should avoid classmates.com, no matter how much the perverse curiousity tries to wear down my resolve. (An entirely too long story there, so I'll avoid boring you with those details)


And oh yeah ... before I become a total rudeass and forget, I have a couple of new people to welcome. :) mace_acme and nakedhead - welcome to my happily warped world!

the gayest tree ever

Okay, this year, I broke down and bought actual ornaments for my Christmas tree - beyond the Monsters, Inc. ornaments (and poor Boo constantly losing her little head). Unfortunately (?) the ornaments look like disco balls.

This has prompted Kellie and I to discuss the "Gayest Christmas Tree". I thought of perhaps putting Earring Magic Ken on top as the angel - but since I don't have him lying around the apartment at the ready, I'm thinking of a Queer As Folk postcard. And besides those damn disco ball ornaments, I will finally have a use for the bushel of condoms I got at Gay Pride this summer. Yes, I'm talking about putting them on hooks and hanging them on the tree. *evil grin*

So yeah, this tree will be the queerest of the queer. And I swear, it didn't start out intentional! But it'll be damn fun! :)