SLK makes a contribution

I finally paid some really important bills and I feel indescribable relief. My loved ones would say that they are proud of me, but I say I did what most people would have done two months ago. Thus is the story of my life: A string of half-finished projects, unpaid bills and lose ends whizzing by in a crazy, tie-died parallel universe known as my head (which I will refer to as "Mamala"). Mamala is a Trickster figure in Hawaiian legend who embodies both the ability to appear as a gentle beautiful woman, as well as an evil lizard. I liken my thoughts/identity/persona to a trickster figure based on the idea that tricksters, similar to the Coyote character in Native American mythology, possess god-like qualities while at the same time causing both destructive and productive events. My "head" (Mamala) sometimes takes me to wonderful places as a strong beautiful woman, while it also pushes me toward dark cold-blooded lizardly places. I especially like this analogy because tricksters tend to just find themselves causing trouble and/or accidentally helping a situation.

Im off to explore making a myspace page and downloading AIM onto my laptop.

grr

Don't forget about SLK!

Fuckin hellfire

We got on the plane and barely shared a word. The 28 days of traveling, drinking, chain smoking, and getting stoned had taken its toll. The end of the trip was rather anticlimactic, but we weren't complaining. It was just as we expected, but I know we both could have used something to lift our spirits. Something needed to remind us of the fun that we had, and distract us from the peak of our vacationing hangover. Our bags were neatly stowed away in our overhead compartments, and almost everyone seemed to be on the plane. Bellowing, Irish voices boomed down the ramp and into the hull of the plane. Pretty soon, everyone's eyes were focused towards the front ready to be entertained by whatever cartoonish blokes would eventually stumble down the aisle and into their seats.