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Despite this insufferable head cold that has consumed me like a bacterial face-hugger, my life has otherwise been filled with all kinds of creative activities. In sum:

Crochet!
Life Modeling!
Swordplay!

Since money is more scarce in my life right now than a virgin in the redlight district, I've decided that most of this year's xmas gifts will be

In the spirit of enjoying the quiet warmth of each other's cozy company rather than a house teeming with ill-dressed, sarcastic drunkards, my luvah and I decided to pass up what would have most likely been a mediocre Hallowe'en party tonight and had a Fable II marathon instead! I also burned pumpkin seeds while he imbibed life into the bearer of

I've spent the last two evenings successfully volunteering as a venue coordinator for bands playing in my town's local music festival. That means that I've had the privilege to witness eight live bands in two days for free! My ear drums? Busted. But free music, free food, free drinks and befriending an army of awesome security guards make up

Darlings, I have become saturated with a seasonal maenad's fever that leaves me feeling high on energy, yet low on inspiration. Thusly, I feel as if I am wired to an electric bunker, halfway delirious under all this constant brain noise, the push and pull of neurotransmitters and desire, desire, desire.

Summer has been merciless, unforgiving and

August, you have proven to be the month of open palms and open wounds. Your days are humid, marked by fever and I eat nothing but bread and fruit, strawberries dipped in castles of sugar, olives so salty they tempt my blood vessels into retirement. I prowl through these familar rooms like a newly-born predator, hesitant but alive.





Books,