Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in geminichild's LiveJournal:

Friday, March 31st, 2006
9:09 am	The way it happened Yesterday, at work, the lights went out. Then came back on. Then went out. No backup lighting in the stairwells, so they are pitch black. (the state is allways trying to find ways to kill us and have it be an accident) After 15 minutes or so of congregating and mindless chatter, we're told to leave the building. When outside, rumor spreads of Fire. Fire! But not in the building that I've just left. It's in the empty lot next to us, with trees and brush and dead leaves. Just where a fire would want to be. Seems, there was a transformer that burst from just too much electricity, and sparks came down on the dry, dead leaves below. So now we are all outside, cause it's a hazzard to be inside with no lights, and we're watching the fire. And so are the firemen. In fact, there's one standing right next to me. And I turn to him, and say, 'So, there's a fire'. He says yes. 'So, shouldn't you put that out now?' No. Turns out, they can't put it out till the electricity company comes and turns off the juice running through the wires above our heads. A good choice, to not mix fire, water and electricity. So we wait. and wait. and wait. Must have taken the electricity men half an hour to show up. And while we're waiting trees are engulfed in flames, and the wind blows the fire this way and that. It was big and unpredictible in a way that you just can't see from fire in a pit or on tv. It was cool. And I didn't have to feel guilty, cause no one's house or office was being destroyed. Just leaves and trees and dead brush. That was my day yesterday. Fire. And at that moment, I wanted to be fire, wild and unpredictable, and beautiful. I wanted to dance, twitch, and pop. Now the land is grey with soot but it still clings to a memory of it's former glory and it's brilliant demise. Some say the world will end in fire, some in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire, but if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction, ice, is also great, and would suffice. -Robert Frost. Which way would you like to go? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 20th, 2006
9:03 pm	Jury Duty Can you immagine someone wanting *me* to choose their fate? Still, a few days out of work and sitting around in a court house won't hurt. I'll catch up on my knitting, if I'm lucky. And if I'm unlucky, I'll get on a jury, for which I get my regular pay. Wish me luck... that I'll actually wake up early and get to the court house on time. All I need is to get in trouble for sleeping in late. (No reason for all the excuses that people use to get out of jury duty. I'm not in any rush to shirk my civic duty, especially since work isn't very fun. Hey, maybe someone I know will be tried. I did grow up in this area. And everyone I knew in highschool was a drug dealer, maybe they still are.) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 17th, 2006
6:27 pm	Today Today is the first day of the rest of my... um... something... I got a massage. Why didn't I do this sooner? Apart from the cost, which is huge, and the trusting that I will enjoy it without really knowing ahead of time, and spending all that time thinking, 'Wow, I don't see my friends often enough that I need to pay someone for human contact', and the feeling slightly icky because I am paying someone to make me feel GOOD; but now that I've had my massage for the day, my mind drifts to other thoughts, like why dont' I get one of these every other month. Heck, every month. It certainly makes me happy, and happy is good, and hedonism is the best way. Say, I should have one of these every week, or maybe every day for the next three or four days. Sure, I'll be poor, and money can't buy happyness, but after four days of massage, I might be a better person. Maybe I would do yoga more often, and take up jogging, and eat better. Maybe I would Be in debt in three days, and not be able to pay my car insurance. Well, it was a lovely thought. On the plus side, and in keeping with my hedonistic ways, I left work early today to go to the gym and get a massage. Now, to counterballance it all, I'm going to eat chocolate cake while watching crap on TV. If it's so bad for me, then why does it feel so good? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 7th, 2006
4:32 pm	Did everyone read about the woman with the face transplant? Ok, it's coolness way outweighs it's ickyness factor. She had no face, and now (baring any unforseen trouble) she has one, with just the tinyest of scars around her nose and mouth. Dog attacked her, but now she won't cringe every time she looks in a mirror. She keeps saying how this is giving her a life back, she couldn't go out in public without a face mask and now she can. Makes me appreciate my face all the more, wrinkles, blemishes and all. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 6th, 2006
1:43 pm	Daddy's Girl So I get this from a friend at work: EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... That she can't change The length of her calves, The width of her hips, or The nature of her parents... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... That her childhood May not have been Perfect...but; Its over... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... What she would and Wouldn't Do for love or more... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... How to live alone... even if She doesn't like it... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... Whom she can trust, Whom she can't, And why she shouldn't Take it personally... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... Where to go.. Be it to her best friend's kitchen table.. Or a charming inn in the woods... When her soul needs soothing... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... What she can and can't accomplish In a day... A month... And a year... And What I want to know is, Why didn't I get the handbook? You know, the one that someone obviously got in order to write this. If every woman SHOULD know these things, why are there some that I don't, and why wasn't I programed with this knowledge when I was born. So, just as an informal survey (as I know that everyone on live journal likes surveys I expect quite a few answers) where do you go to get your soul soothed? I go to my Dad. (I'm a daddy's girl, what can I say?) I feel better from talking to him, even if it only lasts a little while, because he never tries to change me. But what will I do when he's gone? (5 Comments |Comment on this)