better

feeling better - need more coffee
today at least it is sunny and there are good things happening in the day and work might even be a little busy and (maybe it is just because I went grocery shopping) i have more balance or perspective on life today.

a little sad because today begins a three day run where i will probably not see the lady for more than 15 minutes a day. both so busy busy busy. it always makes me a little sad when she can't make the open mic, but film festivals must go on...

last night on my way to drop off some keys i bought a buncha groceries at the mission safeway. reminder - pointy shoes and lo rise pants attract attention when late night grocery shopping. i also attracted some blisters and had to hobble home with my many pounds of groceries. an excuse to drive barefoot though which i always love.

the new haircut is definately fun - but i am getting more unwanted attention than i used to. much like when i first dropped about 40 lbs and bought some new clothes that fit - and i suddenly remembered what reaction certain clothes would get - dealable but not so much fun.

well there that is again. got tailed for a bit after leaving dalva to get to the car, and cat called a little, and lemme say, being cat called in a semi dark alley near 16th st is really not so happy making. but i can take care of myself and it was fine in the end

ramble. radio show tonight. due to some rehearsal blah blah i am solo dj lady from 7 - 8. check it out kids www.piratecatradio.com

i have an angry vagina

i have an angry vagina is always one of my favorite pieces from the vagina monologues, tonight was no exception however it was eclipsed tonight by the performance of mr lynn breedlove and mz sherilyn connelly - brava my friends, brava indeed. all y'all should haul bootie over to see the performance. it's all weekend and monday - though i heard sat nite was sold out(except tomorrow what with the queer open mic and all - please come, don't forget)

i feel loved and taken care of tonight. by both my friends and by myself. only went so far down the sad sack story that is my berkeley memory lane, and then stopped. i don't live there anymore. i don't need to keep reliving and reabusing myself for all of that. part of the rich tapestry of my past. glad for the experience. and now - still moving on. went to an alanon meeting last weekend to help with the moving on from those specific people actually. i am finally ready to let go. feels a little weird. but i like it.

thank you to my friends. you make me feel loved in a really honest way. it's been a while since i got that outside of my romantic life. and this has been coming on for a little while it's true. but i am a mushy mothertrucker and i love you. thanks. (this is applicable to more than just the folks i saw tonight, you're not left out, don't worry)