working hard...

i feel like i've been on the go for months now without respite. the few times that i get to just sit back and relax without working on something are usually simply moments that i am completely brain dead. i feel like i've been neglecting friends (for the most part since there have been things going on that have involved friends, so obviously not in those instances) and i seriously cannot remember the last time i didn't have something going on. there have been a few times that i've had some "me" time that i managed to not have something niggling at me that i needed to do, but they have been few and far between in recent times. aaaaaaaanyway, just want my friends to know that, if i have something for you, if we keep saying we need to hang out, or if we simply haven't connected in a month or three, i miss you and hope that we can soon! *goes back into her hobbit hole to work on more projects that need to be done in the next 3 weeks*

sometimes...

i wish i could change the world and how things are. things need to be better, but in the best of ways. i can't keep dealing with the bad...i'm gonna break one of these days.

ugh~

why does life seem to be so crazy lately? i feel like i've barely kept above water with everything going on, but it's been more that i'm just exhausted and somehow my evenings just go by way too fast. i mean really, how is it the end of may already? wasn't it just january? *sigh*

things i have to do in the next month: update uncanny thread on doa (already a week behind due to vacation and time just disappearing); make dummy of sard body for sewing; design pants for sard body; pack to (FINALLY) move back to my apartment; view space for uncanny with others; neighborhood garage sale day; move; unpack; release more information about things at uncanny; doll show; somehow fit in seeing friends and working on other projects; try not to say fuck it all and hermit.

yup, lots of stuff and somehow i'll make it through...oh well, at least all the stuff i've been doing at work has gotten me first runner up to employee of the month for march (or was it april? seriously, time getting away from me) and, just this past week, a promotion to senior customer service associate. no raise or really any bonus for any of it until the end of the year (thanks parent company!), but the recognition is good. right? sure.

my piece...

over the past 13 years we have become a society steeped in fear; overshadowed by nebulous threat; and fed on hatred. we are told that there are those out to get us and that, because of that, it is okay to act with whatever malice we feel towards those who are different. we place blame and point fingers, being told it is okay to do so and to ignore our own contributions and faults. we are all guilty of some form of tacit acceptance of the way things are today, even if we are outspoken either to the good or the detriment - intelligently in our rhetoric, or blindly in our lashing out.

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sometimes i write things

Strong, tanned fingers marched along pale cream curves to end their journey in a dark ebony forest. There they tangled and caught, pulling back the waves of silken hair to expose a soft expanse of porcelain neck. Lips brushed along that expanse and moved in a slow beat down to where neck met shoulder. There they leaped from the ledge of collarbone to tease pert nipples with tooth and tongue. The fingers trailed across salt white plains, edging ever closer to the lush jungle and its hidden spring of pleasure.

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