hut hut HIKE!

went tromping around some of the scenic spots in the SW Washington gorge area yesterday. weather cleared up in the afternoon and turned lustrous. went in the drink a bit at the river, but managed to dry out by the top of beacon rock.

Ahh stardom

Ahh Stardom
Current mood: satisfied

oh, it went so well.

i liked the venue, cozy but with a reasonably good room sound. lots of spectators. very polite crowd. including many of my besties. could not make the AV equipment work, so there's no record of the event. but on a scale, i'd give the experience a 9. and that was with the voice being a bit unreliable.

and in my general spirit of self-indulgence as form of congratulation i went and treated myself to all sorts of goodness yesterday. new tattoo; turned out AMAZING and really gave the spine totem a sense of cohesion it had lacked previously.

lunch with les @ clay's. mmmm pork loin. little bit of sitting in the sunshine watching hodie ride her skateboard of doom. head shrinking and then thai food with excellent company. all told, an grand day indeed.

i do not have testicles, and yet...

i can effect a variety of maintenance and repair operations on my own car.

i know. it's shocking.

i mean, it must be, since the sight of me in front of a car with its hood up, though in no apparent distress, causes men of all ages and stripes to be magnetically attracted to my person and thence required somehow to offer me advice about what i might want to do differently than whatever it is i am already doing, even if what i am doing happens to be the correct thing.

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i replaced a headlamp bulb on Klaus today. it's really an extremely simple process. i can, and have, also replaced: brakes, plugs and wires, batteries, tires, dashboard components, various fluids, a gearshift, and even jimmy-rigged an undetectable plexi-glas replacement window. i think it is important to be able to manage these relatively simple mechanical tasks for oneself so as to be extra tough and cool in the eyes of sweaty men-beasts. oh, no wait, actually because people should just be able to handle basic maintenance for themselves no matter what their gender.


yet, no one wanted to leave me in peace to make this repair. at least none of the random dudes at the NAPA on 82nd anyway...


** i am aware this is not a photo of me working on my current car, but you get my point...

fuck fuck fuck fuck

and also fuck.

i suppose it's fairly plain to anyone that knows me at all that i am a terrible brat. i like to get my way, i'm insufferably vain, and i complain vociferously if all does not go according to plan.

so i shall commence here by pointing out that contracting the clinging cold from the depths of the 9th circle of hell a week and a half before my show was most certainly not according to any plan of mine.

so, fuck.

i figured that a week and a half should be plenty of time to recover. and i suppose, i must admit, things are better than they were. thursday before last i could only croak. now i'm back at about 80%. but i simply must point out... that sucks.

i mean, i'm hardly a virtuoso on the guitar. passing fair is generous. what i have, what i am is a voice. it's the best thing about me and it's being unreliable at the worst possible time. which makes me want to cry and break things. instead i'm going to take a break and fold some laundry.

My Kid, She's funny

Current mood: amused

so hodie and i were talking about my tattoo next week

and she was all... "i know why they dont let kids get tattoos"
(me)"cause they'd get something stupid?"
(she) "well yeah, that, but also cause they are like the worst pain ever"

(me) "i've had worse pain..."

(she)"what kind? i mean besides emotional"

hahahahahahaha
she knows me so well

The Return of the Internets

when certain things go missing from your life, you realize their true place in your heart.

it's been like six fucking months since i had an internet connection at my house. praise be to jebus that has finally been rectified.

i shudder to think how much internet porn i have missed out on!

that's all behind me now. back to compulsive messaging, rambling blogs at strange hours, management of internet stalkers, and scouring the missed connections to see if i've made an impression on some random stranger who might offer me some validation! it's a wonder i survived.

finalized set list for show next week. voice is slowly returning. excitement growing. audience expanding. hoot.

Its only fun to be a maniac if you are an exotic dancer/welder in an 80’s movie

Its only fun to be a maniac if you are an exotic dancer/welder in an 80’s movie
Current mood: anxious

which, as it turns out, i'm not.

yesterday was a doozy. despite many deep breaths and attempts to avoid jabbering relentlessly at everyone in my vicinty, i had a bit of a spaz day. at one point i was trembling so hard my co-worker wrapped her arms around me and then made me go outside to sit in the sunshine. it helped. but still. i only like to tweak when i set out to do it on purpose. this kinda caught me off guard.

and there is no sleep. ok, technically, there are about 2 1/2 hours of sleep. per night. for like 5 days. and i can't really eat. and the only thing i have an appetite for isn't as readily had as i'd prefer. and yes, my house is immaculate and my journal is up to date for the first time in forever, i'm feeling a little overclocked.