Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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Eggnog and Rum.

I'm in really good shape now, like, ridiculously so, and it would be a bit of a tragedy if you didn't find that attractive.

I want this weather to persist. For a long time. Like, from now until... February.

Off to bed.

Written On: Parents' Computer
Currently: Exhausted
Alternative Title: Bang Bang, Like A Bullet With Mania

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My house smells like mildew. This is disgusting and from another flooding issue. This happens, and probably even if you add up all the hours I've dealt with this bullshit, paid myself my hourly wage, doubled it for it occuring off hours and being stressy, and I'm still probably ahead by thousands of dollars. The might of reason.

The thing that's really getting under my skin as of late is the fact that my house doesn't match my emotional state. I fucking hate that. Things are going quite well, unreasonably so, or perhaps reasonably so to be a bit more truthful. However, my house is a fucking mess. And I don't see it getting fixed anytime soon. Frack.

Rome is awesome. I think I'll go buy the first season.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Death Cab For Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan (song d/l)

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I'm in a good mood. A conversation with a certain chemist soothed my nerves, and nothing is really going badly other than learning that some people believe that wanting to have sex with minors is a legitimate sexual preference on par with hetero or homo (Pedosexual, to be precise). The churning feeling in my stomach required a significant striped-sock girl dose.

On that note, I'll be going away in May for three weeks to Halifax. To see my brother, to see my sister graduate, and chill with the above mentioned doctoral candidate.

I'm desperately in love with a girl who doesn't exist. That's okay, though, it's getting better. Finally.

Work is going really well.

I watched Donnie Darko last night with the Tillie.

On Saturday I'm going to the Opera with my rich girlfriend after my stylist from New York works on my dreads. I'm so cool.

Written On: Home Computer
Currenlty Listening: Stars - Set Yourself On Fire

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This post doesn't pertain to anything in particular. It lacks unifying vision.

I told the story of my life again, the litany of my evils as it were. As time goes on, I understand it better, and it sounds not as bad as it did before. I'm still broken, but I'm alot more fixed, and alot of the last few years is more easily placed in perspective. It feels good and right, and I thank my lucky stars for the foundation I have.

I received this piece of spam:
A backup force of guards with stunguns and porcuswine prods stomped up and glared obnoxiously while our manacles were removed.
I don't get alot of spam, and the spam I do get is weird.

My hands are covered in wounds. This is satisfying. Apparently I look healthy, and strong. Hopefully, there's a bit of hawt there, too.

I saw Casino Royale. Dark, good. And, my gods, the two leads are attractive. I miss ridiculous plots to destroy the world and/or Bond himself, but it was really quite good so I can't really fault the film.

I love you, but you knew that. It helps that you're pretty. I'm shallow, so sue me.

I'm sorry, with you I actually sometimes confuse things. It is because you are just too much like the other things in my life. It is like you are some strange personification of my life, and thus confuses me easily because of the superficial sense of meta that you exude. It's not personal.

Metabolism has been in high gear again. Mean meals per day: 5. I am also very tired. To bed.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Michael Andrews - Mad World (Alternative Version) (song d/l)

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Today was a good day. Got enough sleep, swore, fought, ate, and worked at my place of employment. Not really but I did hit people, cuss, and worked hard, (Working hard or hardly working?) but not too hard. I wonder if that makes sense. There's a part of me that doesn't care.

The picture is how I felt yesterday. I still kinda feel like that.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Eating: Some whole wheat pasta, tomato sauce, and some emmental grated on to. I might also have a burrito...
Currently Listening: Stars - Set Yourself On Fire (album d/l)

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My arms are cut. I don't mind, there's some strength of purpose represented along the little red lines. Sore and wounded from work, that which does not kill us...

I hate you. There is nothing left. It isn't anything but personal. I hate so few people, but you managed. Bravo. It might go away with time, which would be nice. Hate hurts.

I love you. Alot. Enough that, in essence, I am flying across the country to see you and not much else. There's some excuses and maybe a bit of sleight of hand getting me there, and those faux reasons are still good ones. Yay for unconventionality.

I'm writing. Like, for real, again. It's been quite some time.

My brother is coming home for the holidays. This is somewhat stupendously awesome.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Stars - Set Yourself On Fire (album d/l)

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The blog is giving Tim some trouble. A battle of wills between Apache, MT, and him, kinda like you would imagine people contending through palantiri. That said, I will always have Notepad, so this will get written nonetheless, even if the posts end up going after they are actually written.

I'm emotionally exhausted. The last few weeks were both tiring and amazing. It all started with getting sick, not taking any time off work, seeing a ridiculous number of shows, and attending the GVPTA conference. Add in a few dashes of violists, Nikolai Telsa, and superior men and you have it. Bake at 325, serves one.

As such, I'm feeling kinda depressed. That's unsuprising, and should be completely disregarded as some long-term quality of life indicator.

Today I'm going to watch some more Battlestar Galatica with Fox.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Stars - Set Yourself On Fire (better copy than I posted up last time)

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And there is was, written down as I spoke it, sounding like a series of soft clicking noises in my brain.

I'm happy.

A simple thing, collected from a series of moments, let slip from the gates of my teeth in a moment of euphoric exhaustion. But, small and unassuming as it was, it was there for all the world to see.

I'm still very tired, the GVPTA Conference has been really neat and I'm actually missing some talks right now because I slept in. I will wander in in time for the breakout sessions on dramaturgy and stretching your marketing budget. While expensive, this conference has been really amazing.

I am tired because I went to the Lady Sovereign concert last night. S O V !

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Kytami - Conflation (album d/l) hip hop violin warning

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I am too tired, too post-traumatic, too worked to put up with your bullshit. Shit streams from your mouth and I will vitriolically spit it back, reconstituted. And then I realise that you're simply mechanical, an output from my own actions of neglect. Un-self-aware, merely a complex series of switches simplified down by heuristic. I want you to be more responsible, that the weight of happiness means you should carefully hold those of us that struggle with it. But you don't, and I shouldn't be surprised. I am not so arrogant to assume that those I associate with aren't average.

I've given you a timeline, and I think it's fair. I won't tell you, not directly, but let me say this: you're doing marvelously.

I still hurt from the loss of her. Existentialist trauma is not something I possess. My problems are far more baroque, I am haunted by operatic senses of loss, the burdens of an skewed system, and by demons and their shades. I dreamed again, as I often have been. What I would do to have a normal dream, possibly something even as silly as classical characters in a television setting.

I'm going to go play F-Zero some more. Fuck yeah, bitches. Kickin' it old skool.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Emilie Simon - Never Fall In Love (song d/l)
Alternative Title: It Isn't That Bad

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The internet is working strangely today, a combination of library errors and SQL socket problems. I find not being able to write in my blog incredibly isolating, this is mostly due in part to the fact that it is the forum in which I express my sense of isolation. Lacking it, well, the results are obvious.

I ran the whole gambit from drunk to hungover after work. It was awful. The beer, it tasted so wonderful, but basically everything after the initial taste sensation really fucking sucked. I didn't see The Clean House, I think I'll try again this afternoon.

Gawds, some unbroken sleep would be nice.

Written On: Home Computer

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I know things. Events, eventualities, lines both dead and time, schedules and meetings, plans and accomplishments. But I do not know how I feel, not really, I know I feel negative, with respite given by bouts of mania or euphoria. At this point, I feel I should say something about becoming that which I hate, but it seems redundant.

At the very least I won't complain about it.

I regret nothing, in this my surrogate sister and I perfectly understand each other. There was nothing else to be done, no better choices, no alternatives preferred with hindsight. However, this does not ensure happiness, which often seems to be a trick of the light, or possibly breeding.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: TV On The Radio - Young Liars EP (download)
Alternative Title: Just As It Can't Rain All The Time, Neither Can It Always Be Bright

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