just one kiss

touch is the most powerful of the senses. the domain of the largest organ, it is subjected to such torture. but the slightest brush, the softest tap, the briefest moment between two lips is absolute pleasure.

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slow and steady

wins the race. but will it get me a boyfriend?

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pass the prune juice

i think the biggest sign of aging (besides the fine lines developing around my eyes, abdominal fat that won't go away, and my nostalgia for olivia newton-john's physical video) is my declining tolerance of alcohol. it used to be that no matter what i drank, i couldn't get sick (okay, once, at a cast party, i vomited....but i ate nothing that day and was drunker than i'd ever been). i never got hangovers, never got nauseated, never had vertigo. now, when i overindulge, i have a mild headache the next day--a hangover, i suppose. i still can sober up quickly when necessary, and i can still drink far more than my bodyweight would suggest, but i'm now paying for it.

i shouldn't be drinking all those empty carbs anyway, now should i?


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for sucessful living

so, i'm going to the diesel spring/summer show in new york in a few weeks. apparently, it's just one big party--but then, isn't that true of the entire world of fashion? anyway, we all know what that means--matteo needs to buy some hot scarves and sweaters.

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caltrans

we are currently retrofiting the interchange for earthquake safety, expect delays.

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driving to heaven

i didn't realize i was being postmodern. but there you go.

but then, after some thought, it is a fitting symbol for me. it is an organic structure of ever-changing events, of motion which is both self motivation and driven by the current. a highly social afair performed in an individual cocoon. it is a recreation of that overused symbol of life itself, the circulatory system. the conquest of natural obstacles and hypermachination of the human body, the castes and classes of wealth and prestige, the division of labor, the second home, the desire for power, speed, and direction.

in the car, life doesn't pass you by. you pass by life.

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merrily we roll along

remember when i said that hedonism was the philosophy i identified with most? well, sorta. i also have a soft spot for existentialism.

see, i realize that life has no patterns. that fate and destiny are merely ways of looking at the past, not at the present or future. there is no grand scheme. which means that life is volatile and life changes and life is complex and confusing. and it means that the wonderful is interlaced with the tragic, and that good springs forth from bad, and that shit happens and that happiness comes when least expected. life is random and precarious, but if we just flow along with it, taking the good and the bad in stride, we can make it through.

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the theatre is always dark on mondays

as soon as the show is over, i will bring back spasticblue and start writing again. as soon as the show is over.

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