black is your coffee?

this evening while sitting in the usual tuesday night augusta choral society rehearsal, i got an urge to dye my hair again. so, as the rehearsal ended, i decided to drive myself to wal-mart and buy some dye. i had a hard time deciding between natural black, or the bluer black....but i chose the later and now am styling lovely black locks. i must say, im more used to the reder blacks for my tones...but ive always been curious what blue-black would look like for me. ill defintely keep it for a while...maybe add some red later.

alas..no digicamera..no pictures.


i also dyed my fingernails and a couple few spots on the ceramic toiletseat.

might be is colossally admired

my day:

7:40am. awake...look at the clock. consider if i have overslept yet. stumble to the bathroom. see roommate during my dazed excusrion. back to bed
8:00am. alarm goes off. hit snooze.
8:10am. alarm again. reset for 8:45
8:43am. awake. look at clock. back to sleep
8:45am. awake. no snooze. no reset. lay in bed for a few more minutes considering my options. hear roommates leave the house.
8:55am. out of bed. strip sheets from bed and toss them in the wash.
9:00am. wait on myself to become coherant while looking at online journals.
9:15am. call my dad to talk to him about the house he found in the newspaper.
9:30am. call daly's house. no answer. hes sleeping still. i knew it.
9:35am. in the bathroom: washing face and brushing teeth while planning my minutes.
9:45am. getting dressed *while* walking around the house colecting things i need like my camera. call daly again. woke him up.
9:50am. out the door.
9:55am. step into R.Gabriels to grab two cups of coffee.
10:02am. pull into daly's driveway. Timber (the dog) runs out the front door to mark all the plants. daly calls timber back inside.
10:05am. in daly's house. he (slowly) gets timber's food and water refilled and edits his coffee with more sugar.
10:07am. we head for the door. daly realises hes not wearing shoes.
10:08am. in my car i discover my gas light is on. i debate when i should get gas.
10:11am. pull into the filling station. daly pumps gas for me.
10:15am. on our way to the house on Mary ave.
10:27am. greeted in whispers by the owner of said house. tour commences. photos are taken. yard is explored. man talks about the savanah river a lot.
10:55am. looks at clock. tries to herd the conversation to a close.
11:00am. still trying to end it.
11:05am. heading back to the car.
11:15am. on the road to daly's house again while discussing the house.
11:20am. drop daly off, call mom and tell her how good it would be for them.
11:26am. realise i meant to go to the grocery store but drove to myse house because i was on the phone. leave driveway again to go to publix.
11:27 habitually turned right when i should have gone left. two blocks later realise that publix is the other way.
11:35am. pull into publix parking lot. stil on the phone with mom.
12:00pm. wandering around the store looking for items that are obscurely found (why arent razors and shave cream on the same shelf???)
12:15pm. check out at publix. end mom conversation.
12:20pm. call jonathan and tell him he neednt come with me to look at any houses. get myself invited to lunch with the guys.
12:40pm. lunch with the guys consits of them picking on jonathan for his girlfriend :\ poor guy.
1:30 back home. time to shower and start my day!

now im clean, ive done a beautiful thing with black and grey eyeliner, and im about to get directions to the They Might Be Giants concert nick and i are attending in ATL tonight.

googlism is not responding

the following is what i can remember from a REALY poorly written goofy song by myself and two chica friends sometime around the year 1997.

"there's a rock in my shoe
and i dont know what to do
because it sounds like coca cola
its so tempting to me
it tastes so sweet
it loks so neat
and its begging me to take a drink!"

(it made no sense when we wrote it while walking around my neighborhood...it makes even less sense today.)
thank you litha and chewy, for this memory.

melissa, im burning the coca cola candle for the first time because its gotten ugly over the years and needs to be used up.

i hope you're both well. havent heard anything about either of you girls in years.

ministry is unbalanced

a rare thing: witnessing rant from becca
this spurted off of a thread in the vagrant cafe..but i didnt realy think my thoughts fit the topic well there...so here they are.

its not our *place* to change anybody.
maybe i'm crazy, but ive always felt a little odd about the whole street witnessing thing and all of that forced spiritual conversation stuff...like beach-reach and all. ive been around parts of it my whole life, and i just dont see the real validity of these sorts of outreach.

ive seen a lot more change from being real with people where you are and where they are and helping them with what they obviously need help with or being their friend. if you havent got any interest in spending time with someone, why should you fake it? it doesnt go unnoticed when the relationship is dropped because a new prospect came into view.

ive seen a lot of christian friends make these "outreach" friendships where they choose someone to "minister to" and spend all sorts of energy inviting them to things and helping them get into the circle of christians and getting to know their problems and giving advice and then sort of dropping them after a little while or after the new friend doesnt become christianeese with everyone. (believe me..i've been the one to drop out before and i never want to be that again..i missed out on an amazing friendship that way) not to say that this sort of thing doesnt work ever..but most of the time intentional relationships of this sort skip the real friendship part, as i see it.

now, maybe im missing a good thing...i wont say its not a good idea to help people start thinking about spiritaul things when they least expect it by bringing it up on the street in a quick conversation or whatever...but please at least be REAL about it. maybe the word "real" is too vague? i dont know what word could work better...

i guess what its bugging me is the people who would rather "minister" on their own terms where its clean and happy and fits their mold...than to build relationships that are capable of getting dirty and hurting and being uncomfortable and unpredictable.

funny, sounds a lot like something everyone talks about but wishes they understood better....love.

quizzila is a fun way to waste time

You're My Little Pony!! Sweet and innocent and
happy, you make people want to spew burrito
chunks. Even a Care Bear could kick your ass.


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