Not that anyone asked... but my job has changed and gotten ALOT busier (booooooo) but will eventually result in alot more money (yayyyyy) so if I'm not around much or slow to respond to various bits and pieces, that's why.

Part of me
Has Died
And won't return
And part of me
Wants to hide
The part that's burned

Once, once
I knew how to talk to you
Once, once
But not anymore

Hear the sirens call me home

Part of me
Has vied
To watch it burn
And the heart of me
Has tried
But look what it's become

Once, once
I knew how to look for you
Once, once
But that was before
Once, once
I would have laid down to died for you
Once, once
But not anymore.

Hear the sirens call me home

They're trying to bulldoze the Cow Palace.
www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi


What.
In.
The.
Hell???


My first concert EVER was there. I lied my ass off to my parents to get there. I crammed myself into a Datsun B210 with six other people to get there. I got my ass grabbed 100 times trying to get across the general admission floor there. I rung in the New Year there with 20,000 of mah closest drunk friends.

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He was only "my" kitty for about six years... but for 19 years or so he was a constant companion to my (recent) ex almost-husband.

He died today.

We buried him out on the little hill by the hot tub, where he liked to go eat the grass.

It was hard. He was pretty sick for a long time.

I will miss scratching his cheeks like he liked, and the chatty way he followed me from room to room.

The way he slept with his little paw over his face.

And liked to hide in my closet.
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...taken with my iPhone...