bluebeard

Clients are dumb.

In other news, we're selling the sanctuary. It's feasibility rating has continuously gone down, especially over the winter months, and we all came to the decision that it was time to face fact and figure something.

If things go as expected, we should actually profit quite a bit off the sale -- property values in the area have gone up as interest in the neighborhood has increased.

Several members of the group are considering leaving Memphis for larger cities with a bigger queer/radical presence; the rest of us are faced with a decision: take our individual profits off the sale of the building and run with them, or put it all together and try for something easier?

I'm thinking we might put it all together and see about buying a house that doesn't need quite so much work as a run-down warehouse. The income should be enough that we can just out-and-out buy a place, without going into debt (or much debt, anyway). We abandon our apartments, move in, and *poof* all the rents we were paying could then be put towards property tax and such.

We'll see what happens with all that.

The receptionist called in, so I'm running the front today.

People are very, very, very stupid.

My day will soon degrade into a string of expletives.

I was, apparently, far more drunk last night than I thought, considering the fact that it's 9:30am and it continues.

Melissa Etheridge looks good bald.

oh, and fuck this 1099-MISC shit. next year I want a w2. these people need to make me an employee, they're paying me now, anyway.

(in the process of making an appointment)

Client: Okay, when I come in, do I just need to bring in my paperwork and my bills?

Me: Is that what your attorney told you?

Client: Yes...

Me: Then yes.

Client: Oh. Okay.

it's kind of sad when, after a lot of time has passed, someone you used to be friends with in high school chats you up and seems to have turned into a complete fluffball.

he reads the auras of tarot cards, has Gabriel -- yes! the archangel! -- sitting on his shoulder, psychically reads dreams, talks to nature spirits, is an elf, separates mind and body willfully to enhance his "powers" (which is, by the way, a talent he learned from having disassociative personality disorder), and he inherited all of this from his parents, who have all the same talents.

wackjob.

[edit]: it wasn't actually high school. it was elementary school; we were in the challenge program together.

Not much going on around here as far as the day-to-day goes.. just keep on chuggin'.

Went to my parents' house this past weekend.. Grabbed some late christmas gifts from the extended family including a pair of pajama bottoms, a t-shirt, a bottle of sparkling grape juice (I don't get that one..), and a new pair of gloves for ink_ling... Mom&dad sent me home with a hundred bucks and nearly 10 pounds of deer and elk meat. MUCH appreciated.

I'm gonna take a couple of the deer steaks and make quesadillas for potluck tomorrow.. Should be tasty.

Also, tomorrow, I'll be finally taking my car in to get the new brakes put on.. and, hopefully, get replacement back tires so I'm not riding on a donut anymore.

Work is dull, dull, dull. It's gonna be a slow week. There's very little on the docket, nobody's calling for future cases. Today I cleaned off my desk, and cleaned out my inbox. I'm left with diddly.

mooooo

You wanted to know what was under the robes?

yay! sinus pressure and sudafed wonk!

took yesterday off for being ill; today it's better, but not quite gone.

our DNS here at work seems to only half-work today, so much of the intarweb is not available to me. grr.

As a person who studies chaos theory, chaos magick theory, and other such topics, yes, of course I understand what a paradigm is; I understand that belief creates reality, that "reality" is a false world, there is no Truth, such and so on.

That doesn't mean that otherkin, otakukin, and their ilk aren't fucking funny.

I have no problem with that.