At day's end, at day's beginning.

I have retreated back into a paper journal. A new one, a new one opening in that utmost secrecy. There's art, poetry, and letters in it already... little things paperclipped about its pages, lovely. I'm very pleased. It is the Book of Journeys.

I started volunteering at a local adopt-a-cat shelter, with the Tiger. We're enjoying it very much. So far it's going to be thursday evenings for as many hours as it takes. That makes Thursday a very long day, but it also begins my official work week very well, being around all the kitties. Beyond that, I don't wager that I've much more to say. Not to you all, at least. Not that you all aren't worthy or anything, I've just... gotte my mind back in its own secret-dreaming place, and very few people see that beyond bursts of inspiration in cypher, that it yeilds. Expect writing. There is much forthcoming.

Take care, all of you, all of you.

And will somebody please, please, PLEASE ask it to STOP THE FUCK SNOWING?!

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A - Age: Almost nineteen Edit: This had said almost eighteen for a while because I'm a silly goose and wasn't paying attention.
B - Boyfriend/girlfriend: Yes and no.
C - Chore you hate: Cleaning out the stove at my parent's house.
D - Dad's name: Robert
E - Essential everyday make up item: Black eyeliner
F - Favorite actor/actress: Sean Connery, Johnny Depp, (sir) Alec Guinness
G - Gold or silver: Nightmetal. Absolutely nightmetal.
H - Hometown: Anchorage, but if you mean the one I was born in, it's Walnut Creek, Cali.
I - Instruments you play: Voice, (less than 2% of the following) piano, guitar. And your soul, of course.
J - Job: I get paid to sell books, and toys occasionally. I am also the cheif entropist of a very dangerous international conspiracy.
K - Kids: Hellions? Not for me.
L - Living arrangements: Myself and the Tiger in a one bedroom appartment in the not-so-good-not-so-bad part of town.
M - Mom's name: Janet
N - Number of siblings you have: 1 biologically, 2 spiritually (that I'm close to now)
O - Overnight hospital stays: If I can avoid them...
P - Phobia: Guns, people coming into my home unbidden, monsters in the dark... they are sundry, but I function.
Q - Quote you like: "That's the funny thing about memory, isn't it. We are not what we remember of ourselves. We are what people say we are. They project upon us their convictions. We are nothing but blank screens." (Trevor Goodchild)
R - Ride you have: 1990 Mazda 323. Check out my fourpounder action!
S - Show You Like: Cold Case Files, City Confidential, Hurcules... >.>...
T - Time you wake up: Generally... around nine, right now.
U - Unique habit: Entropy...
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Hmm... I don't like sand pears, but that's not a vegetable.
W - Worst habit: Probably procrastination...
X - X-rays you've had: Hm... a handful when I broke my hand in '98.
Y - Yummy food you make: Lasagne!
Z - Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

(Just to make this fun, I'ma start the alphabet over again. So. If you do this, go ahead and add a question for the next letter. Haha. I should so be out the door for work.)

A - Animal that frightens you: Unfamiliar dogs.

Teh Fab.

Maaan... I hate saturdays. HATE HATEHHATEHATEHAT HAETHATE HAEAT HATE HAET. Lots of it. I think Saturday should have its name changed to Hateday.

In other news, they're finally doing something about the CD area at work. Dan says I'm quickly on the way to usurping Sean's title of 'God of the CD area'... being as that he's generally at the buy-counter. Sean is in favor. But. It's a pain. I'ma be backstocking in my sleep here pretty soon.

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Christ on a stick...

I thought up another unique habit I have. I cross my Vs, when I handwrite. I've done it forever. I'm sure it has something to do with the entropy. So, my handwritten Vs look like a u with a line down through the center. :D

This is a fluff entry. It really is. I'm feeling very fluff. Between Venus's precious company, email about London, and the fact that I'm off work... it's a very fluffy feeling. FluffflufffluffHUNGERfluff.

Food now. Then Brandi.

Also, I snagged this from Shrijani.

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