Or an Appreciation of Art

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If Only

You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.

The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.

Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.

The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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Foxy Sailor Gang wtf?

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Sheer Awesomeness

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Damn You, Guitar Hero (Wii)

Look what you've turned me into!
Who knew that playing the guitar was so damn hard/skillful?!

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marriedtothesea.com

Owww

I must have gotten sunburn on my early morning run along the beach.
Or during my sunset walk. Or while buying myself really cool pants and shirts this afternoon. Thank you January, SoCal. Now if only this fever blister would go away.

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Herpetic

So 2008 wasn't See-You-Next-Tuesday-y enough, it needed to flick a bitchy painful fever-blister (yeah, I'm going with fever blister) my way all effing week. And I had to work early and off-site 3x.

So I'm illing, busted, wounded, and demoralized. Awesome. Thanks New Year!

But.

I did get my FedEx from Canada for some super pricey Swiss-lab baked facial products that promise to make me an infant facially using Kalahari Watermelon extract.

No shit.

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Who Knew?

Kerb is a word.

I can't believe I've gone this long through life and didn't know that.

Seriously.

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2008 :: So Far, Not So Much

Spent the weekend sicker than I've been in a loooong time. Of course, last Friday morning during my work out, my trainer asks me "So, you didn't get sick over the holiday?" to which I (somewhat puzzled by the question) said proudly "Dude, I haven't been sick in a loooong time. Like forever. Well at least since I moved to LA."
(Hubris, you're one bitch of a bedfellow. Haha, my new screen name, Hugh Bris)

So, Friday night, felt a little weird, headachey, sad.. Figured back-to-work-blues and all.
Saturday morning - puking like a sorority girl, felt like a truck had literally ridden over my body, and um..the lower GI was...seemingly passed out unconscious (?).
So yeah, got to spend the weekend prone, shivering, delirious, hurling, moaning, slowly dehydrating. Lost seriously like 6 pounds.

But I should be so negative. I did *gain a cold sore on my lip* today at work! - sweet. Gimme kiss.

All I really need at this point is conjunctivitis and perhaps a fractured wrist to complete this whole..scene.

[Note to powers that "be": I'm kidding. Don't feel obligated to deliver.]

Eh.
2008 you've actively disappointed me. Work on that shit, yo.

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