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so difficult to choose...

♥Westerling and ♥Rakaia_nz

Will have a handful of Elven kids. Can't wait to skinnydip weekly. Live life on the edge near the coast.

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♥Westerling and ♥Dangerous_beanz

Trying to have three e-children. Like to play all kinds of games after dark. Wouldn't have it any other way.

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my heart is big enough for three

♥Cloacabutt and ♥Westerling

Might conceive twenty-eight thousand demanding girls. Enjoy opportunities to write to each other, except after meals, and after MacGyver. Would like to misspend their youth again.

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zen, art, dance, music. No work, no computer

"A monk asked,'What is the most important principle of Zen?' Chao-chou answered: 'Excuse me, but I have to pee. Just imagine, even such a trivial thing as that I have to do in person.'"

Didn't get many hours in at work this week, but right now I don't care. I'm not, repeat, not coming back to work tomorrow. Studio. Studio. Studio. If I repeat it enough times, it will be true. And then I will make things, as soon as I finish adding up the last of the tax fignewtons.

Ah well. At the pub after practice last night, I found out that one of my new teammates is also a ljer. Hee.

I'm signing off for the weekend, now, unless I get a chance to use the computer at home (unlikely, at best, with the boys around. And anyway, I have more music stuff going on this weekend, plus Arts co-op on Saturday).

in which an inanimate object is the catalyst for transformation

One last thing before I go: this morning for the first time ever, despite countless mornings of the same routine, I left my beloved, perfect, 25 oz. stainless steel coffee mug on top of my car and drove off down the road. Most inanimate objects are not precious to me, but after many years of searching, and going through countless mugs that: let the coffee cool too quickly, tasted like plastic, weren't big enough, spilled easily, etc. etc. I found this lovely thermos mug, paid a zillion dollars for it, and have had a very happy marriage to it. My husband, it must be said, thinks I am obsessive and weird about the mug. Perhaps he is jealous, although he shouldn't worry, since there is certainly one thing the mug cannot be used for, even with the greatest creativity. It is nonetheless perfectly designed for holding coffee. Which is what it does, every morning.

This morning, however, I left it. On top. Of my car. And got a half-mile down the road before I thought of it. Just before I got on Rte 2, I looked down and said "eeeeeeeeeurgh--shriek!" And pulled over as fast as I could, quivering. Opened my door, and there it was, balanced precariously at the very edge of my roof. Two more feet down the road and it would've gone over. It was extraordinary luck, or maybe a psychic call for help from the mug, that saved it, no?

So was transformed the graceless, pathetic morning I was having into something bright, magical and full of hope. Though it still took the entire contents of the cup to transform my brain from hazy to functional.