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whine . . sometimes is sucks to be me. . . .

psygirl66 — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 22:47:13 GMT

I've had a sinus headache since Monday, sometimes it's worse than others. Due to my allergy to Aspirin and Ibuprofen, I can't really take anything other than a nap and just suck it up an suffer. . .sigh. . . . . Sometimes I feel a bit nauseated as it seems like it's wanting to become a migraine like on Tuesday, but about 11 hours of sleep helped curb that a bit. I missed dance class because I wasn't feeling well at all. This is allergies, thanks to the smoke from the fires (yes, despite the fact our sky's are now clear) and some other unrelated contributors. ugh. . . However, I'm still going out tonight to DNA for distraction from said headache. . .sometimes being distracted actually helps.

Prescription goggles for the playa

psygirl66 — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 17:05:13 GMT

I'm running into a bit of a problem finding some for myself due to my prescription. . . my eyes is blind. Right eye: -8.25 - 1.00 X 015 Left eye: -10.00 If you have a prescription close to mine and you have obtained prescription goggles. Please let me know what brand(s) they are so can find something by the time we roll out to the playa. I'm going to cross-post this to the BM tribe too. For the past 7 years I've just been wrapping a scarf around my head when it's dusty and I have my glasses on, but I'd really like something to provide a less dusty enviornment for my eyes when I wear my glasses.

TONIGHT!! June 7th - come out to help bring Thunderdome to Burning Man

psygirl66 — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 22:53:43 GMT

DEATH GUILD THUNDERDOME FUNDRAISER June 7, 2008 Location: Ace Auto Dismantling in San Francisco 2255 Mc Kinnon St San Francisco, CA 94124-1326 www.aceautosf.com/aceautofunstuff.html A night of entertainment featuring Diva Marisa Dome Fights bellydancing by Ariellah and Lapsus live set by Lurid Bliss More Dome Fights more to be announced soon DJS Decay & Melting Girl & John Dough & special guest 18+ • $20 at the door www.deathguildthunderdome.com/

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist

psygirl66 — Fri, 16 May 2008 23:12:03 GMT

Court approves evil gay agenda Satan's plan to make uptight straight people "really uncomfortable" working out "fabulously," say Bay Area gays By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist Friday, May 16, 2008 We are all going to die. Very, very soon. Did you know? Apparently, the signs are all in place and the plague is clearly nigh and Armageddon is fast upon us because, oh my angry heterosexual god, the announcement has now been handed down: Couples who deeply love one another may now get married in California. It's true. Wait, there's more. The couple in question might both have penises. Or they both might not. This is the crazy, terrifying new thing: It is totally up to them. Can you imagine? Put another way: If you are a loving couple in this fine and baffled state, your particular combination of genitalia has officially been deemed irrelevant as far as whether or not you may hold a lovely little ceremony and enjoy a year or three of wedded bliss and buy a tiny condo you can't really afford, and then fight about money and who gets to name the dog as you lose that once-omnipotent romantic spark and rarely have sex anymore and eat your meals in silence as half of you get divorced in about 5.3 years and end up back on the dating scene, wondering whatever happened to your dreams. You know, just like everyone else! Isn't that wonderful? Isn't that absolutely terrifying? Isn't that both? You're damn right it is. Here's the problem: despite the tears of joy flooding through the gay community and despite the soothing gobs of liberal bliss pouring like warm honey over tens of thousands -- nay, millions -- of progressive humans worldwide, all of whom are cheering this landmark groundbreaking rainbow-colored California Supreme Court decision, seeing it as one of the most positive, hopeful shifts to occur in decades, the armies of right-wing darkness are screaming their dread, scraping their nails on the chalkboard of fear, rallying the bitterly faithful. Oh yes they are. This is the bad news. As you read these very words, shrill cultural conservatives from Orange County to Fresno to Stockton are holding meetings in all sorts of grungy subbasements and moldy rec rooms and sterile Holiday Inn conference rooms, sipping watery Sanka and sweating profusely in their armpits and scowling like angry cats as they work to put a quick and painful stop to all this gay-loving God-hating nonsense, by way of an initiative on the November ballot outlawing icky and confusing gay marriage, by constitutional decree, once and for all. See? Same as it ever was: One beautiful step forward, one giant jackboot back. Or is it? This is the big question now facing the intelligent and sex-positive world: Can they succeed? Will the forces of religious righteousness and repressed sexuality and violent Biblical misunderstanding be able to pull one last Rove-like maneuver out of the hat of conservative hate? Put more simply: Are the farm-belt minions still sufficiently scared of happy gay people in love? It might not be such an easy trick this time. This is the good news. It is the twilight of the Bush Endtimes and the right wing hate machine is no longer the nasty Hummer of bloviated pain it once was. What's more, there's this pesky thing known as a $3 trillion war. There is brutal economic recession. There is environmental collapse. Really, who cares about happy gay people getting married when it costs 4 bucks a gallon to get to Wal-Mart? Priorities, people. What's more, it was one thing for an uppity and slick San Francisco mayor to try and make a name for himself and enter the gay history books by allowing all those happy gay people to stand in the rain back in 2004 and get married in City Hall, only to have it all annuled by the courts. But it is quite another when a powerhouse seven-member Supreme Court -- six of whom are moderate Repubicans -- of the largest and most potent state in the union says, hey, you know what? It appears we've had it wrong all along. It appears there is actually nothing the slightest bit wrong or unlawful or even dangerous about allowing people of the same gender to buy overpriced formalwear and drink way too much champagne and dance to crappy '80s power ballads in the Chardonnay Room of a low-rent winery up in Napa, and call it a wedding. Who can argue with that? Hell, to this very day, cultural conservatives still have no idea exactly why they hate gay marriage. There is still zero articulation. There is a complete lack of fact or understanding and I have yet to meet a single person of any political stripe who can adequately explain exactly why gay marriage is so dangerous, or who's threatened, or how. Same as it ever was? Yes. Only now, their misunderstanding feels quite a bit less dangerous, and far more pathetic. Meanwhile, the chocolate, whipped cream, ice sculpture, engraved invitation, lace, taffeta, silk, wedding chapel, tux rental, Elvis impersonator, wedding cake, folding lawn chair, large party tent, catering, floral arrangement, prenuptial attorney, divorce attorney, surrogate parent, and cutesy wedding shower gift bag industries are all simultaneously rejoicing at the prospect. Think of it. Thousands of new weddings, a million new rehearsal dinner reservations, countless fresh registrations at regional Pottery Barns and Crate and Barrels, endless DJs replaying old Elton John and Celine Dion and Shrek soundtrack tunes. The sagging and desperate California economy is positively grinning at the idea, a grin which is right now going beautifully with the thousands of people already signing up for their ceremonies at city halls across the state. Which means the only ones left still scowling, still bitter and miserable and unhappy about it all, are the ones who never understood much about love and progress in the first place. What a shame. They're gonna miss one hell of a reception. http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/05/16/notes051608.DTL

When escalators attack. . .

psygirl66 — Wed, 14 May 2008 20:41:15 GMT

After class with Ariellah last night, Eleyda and I headed to BART. Once we were inside, we desended to the platform via the escalator. Since I was talking and not paying attention. . . .the escalator decided to get fresh with my pants. . .my Melo-Phoenix plurgandy GARTER pantses. . FARG!! So the left pant leg was sucked into the area between the little brushy guard and the steps. I pulled and my pant leg was freed of the bastard brushy thingy and now covered in GREASE!! %$#$^ My hand was then covered in GREASE. . .luckily Eleyda had some paper napkins with her . . . . .because all I had on hand were some pantyliners and that would have been an interesting scene had I busted them out to wipe my hands and pant leg on. Damage Report: it's just the grease, luckily and also, for the most part this is on the interior of the pant leg. Only a small pit on the outside of the tip. I'm going to give Dawn and Simple Green a whirl to get this off my pant leg. I'm hoping it will ALL come off and NOT harm my pants. This is why I usually take the STAIRS or really pay close attention to my pantses.

TribalFest 8

psygirl66 — Tue, 13 May 2008 00:15:54 GMT

Who's attending? I will be there Saturday.

SAVE the Date - June 7, 2008

psygirl66 — Wed, 07 May 2008 23:00:03 GMT

Back from India

psygirl66 — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:37:09 GMT

I returned yesteday afternoon and was quite happy to sleep in my own bed last night :~) At work today :~/ more later, Kim I need to get some more sleep. . . .

Delhi, again

psygirl66 — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:16:13 GMT

I'm back in Delhi, about to head to Agra and Jaipur, then I head home on the 31st. I'll be very happy to be sleeping in my own bed, but I'm not so sure I'm ready to go back to work. Really wish I could be here longer, though earlier in the year it's FREAKING hot. . . . . . See you all soon, Kim And yes there will be much catching up :~)

My mother is a card. . . .

psygirl66 — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 23:52:27 GMT

Over the weekend she said she'd sent me something for my trip. Because I was in a serious mood at the time I reminded her that my space is limited and if the something was too big it would not go with me. . . . . imagine my surprise when I opened the box today and a bottle of this was inside. . . the funniest part about this is that at Burning Man this past August, Christine, Natalie and I had a neighbor that was telling us of a condition called Monkey Butt. We laughed hysterically because we thought he was pulling our legs. . . when we all returned to civilization we Googled Monkey Butt and found that he was being serious. . . I'm not sure I told my mom this story, so I'm thinking it was just a random coincidence that she mailed this product to me. . . . This is the woman I got my sense of humor from :~D

8 days and counting. . . . .

psygirl66 — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 20:59:39 GMT

then I'm off to India. . . . this weekend I met with a friend of mine that grew up in Delhi and whose mom still lives there. I wanted to get some insights as to what to anticipate, attire, weather and just some general information. I shared with her what I've put together so far for my clothing and supplies. I even showed her my latest purchase from 5 and Diamond* on Valencia. I'd been wanting one, but couldn't justify the expense until this trip. While I was at her house she showed me some of her sari's and other clothing she'd had made back home either by her choice or from Indian designers. She's going to have her mom take me to the tailors she uses and show me where they shop at. In fact I'm going to spend a few days with her mom. This will be great. So, I've decided to take an old suit I have and have a copy made while I'm in India. Not that I wear suits much, but it's a beautiful design and it's worn out so I can't wear it anymore. . .just been hanging onto it until I could have it copied. NOW is that time :~) Maybe I'll have two made, one black and one. . . . we'll see. I still have a few more things I need before I can consider my shopping for this trip completed. I truly lack travel-like clothing. I've been careful to only purchase clothing I will wear again after this trip. It's been a challenge for me given my personal style and perferred colors, to combine with the need to observe the necessary standards of dress while in India. Some of the color choices for this stuff has been aweful for me. . . . it's either way too neutral or hideous variations of what could have been a nice color at one time. I have bought colors in addition to black :~P I'm not a modest person and my clothing reflects that. . . . . . I bought a selection of tops that are easy to wash, dry easily, are layerable, modest and protect from the sun for everyday wear. I'm pretty attached to many of my clothes and I'd hate to lose them which is why some useful items will remain at home. I'm bringing some fleece that I don't care much about, so if it gets lost or I want to ditch it that will be easy. I've been advised to be selective in my choices for sending my laundry out as sometimes you don't get it all back. I'll be doing some of my own laundry where ever it is that we are at as needed. I shall have my iPod back soon. A very nice man has been putting loads of music on it for me. I love having friends that can help with this type of task!! Must run, more later. . . * http://www.wildcardcollection.com/ Fleur De Lis Leather holster bag designed to be worn on the shoulder and/or hip. Includes cell pouch and detachable elastic shoulder strap.

British Airways

psygirl66 — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:51:31 GMT

They're the carrier I'm taking to Delhi on March 4th. Has anyone flown with them? If you have, what was your experience? I'd rather hear from someone I know than read the random posts on the sites I've read so far.

The countdown is ON

psygirl66 — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:22:48 GMT

I'll be flying via British Airways to India, which I hope decent. I'm departing in the afternoon of March 4th and heading to Delhi. I have a 4.5 hour layover at Heathrow in London, not sure if that's enough to go run out and check anything out. . . . . if all else fails, I'll just sit somewhere and send out a bunch of post cards. And I'm finally purchasing myself an iPod tonight!!

Valentines

psygirl66 — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 18:03:31 GMT

Flowers - $50 Dinner - $70 Movies - $25 Drinks - $30 Hotel - $115 The look on his face when you tell him you have your period - Priceless For those of you observing, have a blast. Personally I avoid celebrating Valentines Day like the plague. You can blame 13 years of retail for that, mass consumerism at it's finest. . . especially when you're working in the jewelry business like I did. No worries about the boy, we had a conversation about it last week. He's on the same page as me. It has nothing to do with the way either of us feels about the other. Besides I saw him Tuesday night (since dance class was cancelled) and I'll see him this weekend.

BlackBerry/CrackBerry

psygirl66 — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 22:55:14 GMT

If you have one and it's not working. . . . .it's NOT you, really http://www.reuters.com/article/businessNews/idUSN1114968920080211

Humor for today

psygirl66 — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 19:45:55 GMT

(I received this from a co-worker yesterday) When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance." In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around you r neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT . It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases ! you could d get." By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper r from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this." As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GO T to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door! This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!

OUCH!!!!

psygirl66 — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 00:08:42 GMT

Today I went to the SFDPH to get my vacinations for my trip to India. . . . 5 shots, 2 in my right arm and 3 in the left. . .as the day wears on I'm in FREAKING pain. . . . . might go to dance class because I know what the plan for the lesson is, but still. . . . *edit* I'm giggling as I enter this. . . . as time has passed today I've come to the realization that with the pain in my left arm I can not get myself into my Melodia top that I have with me :~/ for dance class. . .which is hysterically funny to get into if you've ever worn one and have big boobs. So no dance class for me, just going home to ice my poor arm and hopefully I don't roll over on it while I'm sleeping. . .it will wake me up if I do. . . . . and what's even funnier to me personally is that I have to get up on my loft bed tonight to sleep. . . .this will be amusing, despite the pain. When I see the man tomorrow, I'll have him kiss it and make it all better ;~)

For those of you on Live Journal

psygirl66 — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:20:46 GMT

And have issues with bad dance wear/dresses/etc and an over use of sequins. . . this community "Sequin_Vomit" is for you. . . prepare to burn your retinas ;~) I just joined, my eye, my eyes. . .

Message I sent out at work today

psygirl66 — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:06:30 GMT

"Kim has laryngitis . . .Yes, I do. . . . I'm barely able to make any audible noise other than a rather frog like croak, other than the lack of voice, I'm fine. You can thank my allergies for this. Given this current state of my voice, if you need to communicate with me: e-mail me or stopping by my desk would be best. For those of you that have been around here for some time, this usually happens to me about once a year. . . .apparently this is the time." shesh. . . just what I need. . . .I couldn't even call in sick that's how bad my voice is. . . .but I have work to do so I'm here.

While the rest of the civilized world sleeps in . . . .

psygirl66 — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 17:27:42 GMT

I drug my ass out of bed and am now at work. . . . with very few people in the office. . . . I REALLY wanted to sleep in this morning. . . Tantra tonight for dancing and socializing!! Perhaps I'll see you there?

huff. . .

psygirl66 — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 23:00:14 GMT

I must work on NYE. . . . .I'd prefer another 4 day weekend, but it is not to be :~/ Truth of the matter is that even if our office was closed on NYE I'd still have to come in to go through the mail to see if our client sent us any $$$$$$$. These past 3 days of work have dragged on. . . . half our office is out on vacation or sick (mostly vacation). It's so quiet . . . . even downtown right now looks like a slow weekend.

Birthday weekend on it's way

psygirl66 — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 18:31:19 GMT

My birthday is Sunday, so I'm looking for things to do on Saturday NIGHT and Sunday. Suggestions please!

Men. . .

psygirl66 — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 01:48:40 GMT

I kissed one over the weekend, it was nice :)

Cirque was AWESOME

psygirl66 — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 20:42:23 GMT

Kooza was amazing! Also, it's always nice to see fit men running around in tights ;~)

Why am I surprised. . . .at how dumb people are?

psygirl66 — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 18:18:33 GMT

Police Cite Man for Watching Porn in Car Monday, November 12, 2007 (11-12) 17:53 PST Fort Worth, Texas (AP) -- Police issued a citation for a man accused of watching pornography on his car DVD player. Cameron J. Walker, 24, of Irving, was issued misdemeanor citations for obscene display or distribution, not having a driver's license and having an open container of alcohol, Fort Worth police said. An officer on patrol noticed the pornographic images inside the car as it drove by and then parked near a club about 2 a.m. Monday, Fort Worth police Lt. Dean Sullivan said. The images of "multiple naked people" on the 10-inch screen could be seen by someone walking outside the car, Sullivan said. _____ Information from: Fort Worth Star-Telegram, www.star-telegram.com The Dallas Morning News, www.dallasnews.com