July 16th, 2001

beest

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What do you do if you begin to sense in yourself a tendency toward avoiding places you don't know people?

I thought I liked meeting people, yet I seem to be spending more and more time holed up alone, despite invitations to events, bars, parties, etc. I wished I could leave the wedding reception for my motel room saturday night, but it was at a country club and it would have been a hell of a walk.

I have pursued new dating prospects and I have sought intimacy recently, but for the most part I've been avoiding people, even online here.
beest

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Well, I decided the original idea I had for the three day, while interesting, was too ambitious for the three day and involved far too much research and prep work to be practical. So I am moving that to a back burner and pulling a back burner item forward that has been cooking a while longer. It is still rather ambitious, but at least I have run the story through my a head a few dozen more times than the other one...
beest

Ted put his hands on his hips as he examined

A happy-go-lucky clown with a 5-inch bolt through his forehead. The smiling clown head was what Ted next encountered on his trip through the scrubland. The fiberglass head looked like refuse from a freak carnival explosion. It was just sitting there amidst the boulders, grinning wildly when Ted pulled to a stop. After he had examined it, Ted opened the car door, paused, and shrugged.

A minute later, Ted was rolling through the scrub once more, with his new passenger, The Metalheaded Clown, riding shotgun.
beest

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Ok, that's a day, so far as I'm concerned.

You all play nice, you hear?

Before job 2 I'm going to get a notebook that I can use for thenotebooks. Then all I need to do is come up with a theme for it and get an address from somebody...