nostalgia...

awww. pgh. w00t.

real quick... i'll prolly edit this laterz...

I tried finding a picture of me and Kate with our septum rings in full glory, however I couldn't find one so you'll all have to settle for this old school ultra cutesy one.

I stretched up my piercing today, not much just one gauge thicker and though it doesn't hurt a lot it is nice to have a bit of pain there. The new retainer feels clunky in my nose and that with the pain is a nice reminder of the promises made with the piercing and a connection to the past. It is almost a year later and funny how little the time seems until I sit back and take stock of what has actually taken place. Kate's taken off across the country, I've gotten back in school and she and I are miles more the wiser.

I miss my HLM, but here's to the future and never forgetting the past.

the future of the pharmacology industry rests in his hands...

Normally, I can't say I'm one to raise a big old stink in a public place, but when the reputation of someone whom I consider a very close friend is called into question, I can't keep quiet. While he doesn't need a single person to defend him, I had to say my piece. Alan, if anything is one of the most polite and respectable people I know, and though this is besides the point, a damn fine dancer. Without even having to hear his side of the story I know the offended party is blowing everything entirely out of proportion. I hope this drama blows over as soon as possible for a litany of reasons but mostly because it is so beyond the grasp of reality.

turn, turn, turn...

It is interesting to take notice of who cycles in and out of your life on some regular basis. One year later I can't say I'm surprised by the contact and it is a tired routine and a dance I want to end. Rigmarole and bullshit, I'm sick of the routine. I cut my ties, can't you cut yours?

Predictable as always.

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On the other hand, I heard from a dear old friend of mine, with whom I have not spoken with in some time. His voice forces a connection to a time when things were simpler, easier and a dream of a tropical island seemed tangible.

Chuck Taylors, hawaiian shirts, Parliament Funkadelic in the park and crickets chirping, all things worth missing.

yeah so, i still exist...

Well, well, well been a long time since I have updated blah blah blah. In the interest of not loosing track of this blog all together I'll give a listed update.

• I love love love not working for Starbucks anymore. I love my new job and the store was doing really well. Unfortunately a fire in a store nearby that we share duct and electrical work with caused a boat load of damage to the store and slowly they are replacing what needs to be replaced and cleaning the clothes etc.
• Went home to Pittsburgh a few weekends ago for a wedding of a childhood friend. It was a beautiful and lovely ceremony. She looked stunning and I wish the newlyweds all the best and I say this without the usual Clare sarcasm, I am really happy and excited for them!
• While I was home I went to a few PBnJ dances. Sad is all I can say about the state of the dancing in Pittsburgh. Even my little sister who knows none of the drama and nothing about blues noticed the low level of the dancing she saw there. I feel like almost all of their problems could be solved if they focused less on getting laid and more on connection and musicality.
• the Scene... I could write a book. I won't do it here, but I will say that I am tired of seeing people older than I am acting like they are in some R rated teen drama about sex and high school hijinks.
• Sandy Faghena - been beaten to death but I'll say... 'twas a prank and an inane harmless one at that... We fooled you, get over it. Granted Sandy did get into some malicious fun, but it wasn't at the expense of any of the members of pghdance
• love life is on track and doing well
• 4th of July - spent it on a rooftop in downtown DC... Was kickass and a memorable 4th. Marion Barry made a cameo appearance. Hilarity.