just to keep you on yr toes

i moved a bit and finally spelled it right

http://eclecticphilosophy.20six.co.uk

lord i was born a ramblin' man

errr... woman.

anyway, to complete my many other moves lately, im moving blogs too. i wanted something a bit more than blogger offered, and while the new one wont let me put in my own code for the page, im working on bypassing that, and i can store pics on it, have a photoblog, AND blog from my phone to my hearts content :D hooray. again, pretty sure im getting entirely too comfortable on that little satanic thing, but all the same, i can now post those random thoughts at the bar, with just a drunken punch of a keypad.

so, please direct, bookmark, etc, etc, to the following:

http://www.20six.co.uk/ecclecticphilosophy


goodbye blogger.

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god bless the UK

new blog coming soon...

the unlit cigarette

"the unlit cigarette haunts me."

i can clearly see the words on the page, in a spiral bound notebook, just as i wrote them some eight years ago, high as a kite on lavender acid, sitting in tessa's apartment.

and in my third attempt to quit in a year and a half, im resorting to my old tripping tricks. im carrying an unlit cigarette to keep my hand company. its better than eating, right?
and it got me thru a good portion of the evening at the bar last night, with minimal cheating (all things considered, i mean, i was at the bar for chrissakes ;) though the temptation to dip that stick of tobacco in the fire for a light was too subconciously great while i sat toasty, sipping my beer, talking drunkenly to my best friend on my shiney new satanic cell phone.


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not much

there were a multitude of things i wanted to blog but a little bit ago, but it seems ive forgotten them all beyond the vague notion they existed.

ca va

blogs, blogs everywhere

so im debating new blogs.

i created the other one on here that i meant to... but im a little dissatisfied with blogger in general, so i thought id see what else was out there (thats free of course) before getting any further invested here...

and i found xanga.

which for the most part i like. theres a lot more flexibility in how you make yr blgo appear, and the settings, and it actually has room to put some of yr pictures.

but you cant do multiple blogs of the same user acct.

buts whats worse -- people cant leave comments unless theyre a user. i dont think i like that. nor would the few (very few *scowl*) friends of mine that occaisionally (so occaisionally *scowl*) comment.

i just dont like the chain thing. and some of the settings. but mostly i like most of them better.... well... we'll see.


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to each their own

i have a lot of thoughts on my mind to ramble on, explore & post, perhaps for a particular line i'll even create a new seperate blog on here for. but in the meantime i had to get this out right-quick, as it just struck me. or rather happened, moments ago.

one mans junk is anothers treasure, and yada yada. ive been so desperately trying to get rid of the material things that bog me down, in a frenzy almost, both the things ive loved and the things ive no idea how i got them, why and so-on.

but the enormous poster of the creepily soft-eyed girl, with the pale skin and the lack of proper neck and the tiny round shoulders? i sold her for a dollar at my sale to a co-worker. who passed me in the hall jsut now and took a moment to tell me just how much she loves it. that its hanging in the living room, and that from the street its the only thing a person can see. and they absolutely love it.

so to each their own and to everything a place.

hopefully someday ill find mine.


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finality

there is no changing death.
there is no do-over.
you cant go back and say it again
or be a better person.


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drunk with connectivity and high on withdrawel

hooray! i am back online! *wiping sweaty palms off on thighs, panic easing* and yes shea, this will probably be the death of us all in one way or another. everything addictive kills, right?

though i did have an odd dream last night where you almost drowned in a raging river that we were supposed to have hopped across a chasm over to get to our fancy dinner with a bunch of my family & friends. it was a wierd dream, patch induced vividness. my dad was alive in it too, ran into him at a yard sale or something like that while visiting family & 'discovered' he wasnt really gone. i think he was the one who pulled you out of the river while i was trying to get a large bulky coat off so i could swim. then we all went to one of my relatives house. i woke up thinking i had to call my sister to let her know dad wasnt really dead and that she needed to come to idaho.

needless to say, that one took a while to shake off. i think i'll be taking these things off long before bed, and whoopee if i end up smoking a little late at night or in the morning while i wait for the patch to kick in. i cant take dreams like that. like when i tried last spring and spent over 2 weeks where i wasnt sure what happened while i was awake or asleep. nevermind that im already a choatic and emotional mess.