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We looove tha hate-monkey!
Nov. 3rd, 2004 10:13 amI did go to the election party last night. Russell offered to treat me and Kirk; Kirk declined, but told me that I should go ahead with Russell. We did make plans to get together Thursday evening. The universe is a conspiracy.
The event was interesting. I probably would have had just as much fun sitting at home having dinner with Kirk and lamenting the returns there. Russell and I ran into Tom and Barry, also exes and hung out with them for most of the evening. At one point, one of the volunteers asked Russell and I if we'd like to pose for a photo on their 6-foot tall wedding cake, but he declined, saying it would be too painful.
The highlight of the evening was a performance by Trixie Little and Muddles, her evil, tap-dancing hate monkey. Hate monkey was a very, very woofy, hairy man in a furry costume that exposed his chest and nipples, and his furry belly. He wore a furry headpiece and hat that left his bearded face visible, with funny monkey ears jutting out from the sides. The costume reminded me of caricatures of George W. Bush, but my friends pointed out that W. doesn't tap-dance, so the resemblance was likely only coincidental. :-)
Russell and I left before 10:30 so I could go home and take my pills. He dozed a little, then went home. I watched TV and monitored election web sites until about midnight, then turned in.
In other news, adding insult to injury, my bank has debited my checking account for the monthly service charge of $10, bringing my account balance to -$25.53.
Here's my horoscope from Free Will Astrology for this week:
"This is what I believe," D.H. Lawrence wrote. "That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. that I will try always to recognize and submit to gods in me." I'm hoping this passage inspires you in two ways. First, you're in especially close touch with the deepest sources of your life, so it's an excellent time to write your own creed, beginning with the phrase "This is what I believe." Secondly, more gods than usual are coming forth into the clearing of your known self, and they're uncommonly willing to give you juicy clues. Pay close attention to their whispers and screams.
Here's the homework assignment in this week's column:
What experience have you been denying yourself even though it would be good for you and wouldn't hurt anyone? Write a note giving yourself permission.
I think I'd have an easier time writing "This is what I believe" than figuring out what I'm denying myself that would be good for me and not hurt anyone.
The event was interesting. I probably would have had just as much fun sitting at home having dinner with Kirk and lamenting the returns there. Russell and I ran into Tom and Barry, also exes and hung out with them for most of the evening. At one point, one of the volunteers asked Russell and I if we'd like to pose for a photo on their 6-foot tall wedding cake, but he declined, saying it would be too painful.
The highlight of the evening was a performance by Trixie Little and Muddles, her evil, tap-dancing hate monkey. Hate monkey was a very, very woofy, hairy man in a furry costume that exposed his chest and nipples, and his furry belly. He wore a furry headpiece and hat that left his bearded face visible, with funny monkey ears jutting out from the sides. The costume reminded me of caricatures of George W. Bush, but my friends pointed out that W. doesn't tap-dance, so the resemblance was likely only coincidental. :-)
Russell and I left before 10:30 so I could go home and take my pills. He dozed a little, then went home. I watched TV and monitored election web sites until about midnight, then turned in.
In other news, adding insult to injury, my bank has debited my checking account for the monthly service charge of $10, bringing my account balance to -$25.53.
Here's my horoscope from Free Will Astrology for this week:
"This is what I believe," D.H. Lawrence wrote. "That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. that I will try always to recognize and submit to gods in me." I'm hoping this passage inspires you in two ways. First, you're in especially close touch with the deepest sources of your life, so it's an excellent time to write your own creed, beginning with the phrase "This is what I believe." Secondly, more gods than usual are coming forth into the clearing of your known self, and they're uncommonly willing to give you juicy clues. Pay close attention to their whispers and screams.
Here's the homework assignment in this week's column:
What experience have you been denying yourself even though it would be good for you and wouldn't hurt anyone? Write a note giving yourself permission.
I think I'd have an easier time writing "This is what I believe" than figuring out what I'm denying myself that would be good for me and not hurt anyone.
