elgac's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ramblings What the hell is with My Space? People use that now instead of having real lives. Here in Diaryland we have a sense of distance from what we present. We for the most part don't become these silly parodies of our selves. Ok enough of that. Tonight I'm throwing a dinner party. Pat and Regina whom just became engaged along with Jereimah, all old friends. We all went to art school together. Pat, Jereimah and I were in sculpture together. Ah those were the days. Beating metal at the forge, getting high in our dorm rooms, drinking late in to the night while trying to finish our projects. I don't miss the over whelming man vibes but the physical activity and comrodery were pricelss well about $25,000 a year for private art school. Now I run an art supply store, work an a photography gallery, and make art in my one bedroom apartment. Granted I take care of myself and love every moment of it, aside from not having any money after paying all my bills. I have a few lovers, Mary is the only one that has her shit together. The others are fuctioning alcoholics. I do want a relationship again one day. But not until the new year at least, but most likely not until I move to Vancouver. I can be in a state of like but not love. At least not romantic take me away and ravish me love. So until then I shall harvest what I need from my friends and lovers, together they all fill my needs, of which there are many. 10:08 a.m. - 2005-11-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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