Wanna-be worshipper of the Goddess Tyche

Short Term: Moved in with hippie-friend AllyCat. Training with the Forces lots this year as well as doing lots of work for them. Looking at things and being generally content! For now, World of Warcraft is my hobby; martial arts to be fit back into the schedule when I find a good place, which means I need to start looking.

Long Term: Phase III training next summer. More PoC peep visits and stuff.

Interests: Piano, Voice, Religion, Cargo Pants, Cute Girls, Garbage, A Perfect Circle, The Tea Party, Conjure One, The Benjamin Gate, Jackalope and because I'm a recovering geekaholic: World of Warcraft. Oh, I forgot to mention: SEXO! SEXO! SEXO!

And to Conor, who is in England: *spoken with an English accent*: "Spank it hard, chap!"
Go plastered amid the noise & haste, & remember what bliss there may be in the silence as you urinate against the front door of Perkins. As far as possible without surrender be on drunk terms with all persons. Slur your truth loudly & obnoxiously and ignore others, even the green & red; they too have their beef. ~ Avoid green & red lights, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become as vain & bitter as they are; for always there will be drunker & less-aware persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your pints. ~ Keep interested in your own car, however humiliating; it is a real PoC in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your marriage affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not bind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high heels; and everywhere life is full of hedonism. ~ Be yourself. Especially, do not fear reflections. Be cynnical about lovers; for in the face of the alrighty & disillusioned it is as... something... as the grass. ~ Take kindling to the council of the years, gratefully surrendering the things of your brother. Nurture strength of Vodka to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of empty glasses & sexy lasses. Beyond a whoresome discipline, be hard with yourself. ~ You are a champion of the universe, no less than goatees in bars; you have a right to be here! And whether or not it is clear to you (it's not, you're drunk), no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. ~ Therefore be at peace with Guiness, whatever you conceive it to be (drink or meal), and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of pubs keep pints in your stomache. ~ With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive not to be sober. ~ ~

(with no apologies to the original author)

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