intellectual Ho

i am so easy... so there's this new little puzzle game that's "sweeping the nation!" it involves numbers, is from asia (natch), and is like those little logic puzzles you used to do in grade school, where you have to match the first name to the last name, which apartment they live in, their favorite food, and what kind of pet they own. and by extension, what pet is involved with what food, last name, etc... anyway... yes, i speak of sudoku. and after playing it once, ONCE I TELL YOU!!! i am completely addicted. move over crossword puzzles... its time to put numbers in boxes.

i just realized that i haven't read any "bob the angry flower" in forever, and i miss it. i miss it a lot. that's sad. i need to keep up with things that i like. it helps battle the masses of things that i don't like. and those seem to assault me on a daily basis. but i go on vacation tomorrow, and by that, i mean i go to austin looking for jobs and social anxiety. i know i'll find one of them... meeting people on the internet is so weird... you think you know them, but you really don't, and the entire e-relationship may only be able to exist in e-space. oh, the horrors we allow this modern world to wreak upon ourselves...

so i go to austin and do stuff. i should be doing stuff right now to prepare for this doing of stuff later. i have eight billion places to mapquest, calls to make, resumes to fax, printer ink cartridges to buy, austinites to call, etc, etc... but blogging is so much easier... and more fun... well, its easier.

i'm so tired all the time. i don't know why. mom thinks its because i'm so anxious that it just shorts me out. i'm tempted to agree. my wrists are looking tiny. how can you be getting stronger when your wrists are looking more and more tiny? WRISTS ARE IMPORTANT, GODDAMNIT!!! YOU CAN'T KICK ASS WITH SKINNY WRISTS! anyway, i'm sure its an optical illusion. my wrists aren't that tiny. but it does make me wonder. on the optical illusion note, it keeps happening. every day, i feel like my face is a different shape than the day before. it just keeps morphing, so that every time i feel like i'm getting used to looking the way i look, it oozes into something different. skinnier, fatter, wider, craggier... they're all possibilities here! i really need more to think about... so that i can stop thinking about my magical, changing face.

i now know two people on tour of duty in the middle east. awesome. life is really too stable as it is... lets put more people i love in danger.

update: so far as i can tell, mr. wind is still alive.

in yoga, during the relaxation phase, we sometimes listen to a new age record with a track that has a little twinkly sound that i'm sure is from a video game. its like the sound materia makes in final fantasy VII. if i weren't trying so hard to sink below all thoughts, it would really crack me up.

t-money hasn't updated her blog in months upon months. i should call her. i text messaged her yesterday (hey, were you there when i farted?) but there should be voice on voice action. and i miss her blog. at least then i had an idea of what was going on with her... now, i just have to guess.

there is no sex in the champagne room. please remember this.

and there is no spoon. an important lesson for daily life.

there is no spoon.

there is no anxiety.

there is no me, or you, or anything. only the everlasting tao, which is beyond all space and time anyway.

and next to that fact in importance, please remember; there is no sex in the champagne room.