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04:44 pm: The smell of gin on the night air....
I think the worst thing about having someone vomit in your face is not the smell, or the taste or even the knowing laughter of co-workers, it's the way the blood warmness of regurgitated tapas and gin contrasts against the cool briskness of the night air. Or maybe it's waiting to see if the puker(pukist? gastro expulsive?) has what is known colloquially as "Da Hivvy" (He doesn't. All together now...wheeeeeeew!).

01:57 am: When we call it "Hotlanta" we mean the city is still burning
I wonder if I'm the only person who thinks it a little odd that Atlanta has a Gay Pride festival in June and a Black Gay Pride festival in August. Are there any other cities that have segregated pride festivals? I know Mobile has two Mardi Gras, but only one Pride.

03:47 pm: So, yaseewha'happin'dwaz.....
ATL before dawn,
coffee percolates in stained jugs,
birds sing, chirp, twitter and dance to bring up the sun,
lovers stab each other, not wanting to waste the night,
and every where the gentle thwop-thwop-thwop of helicopters

01:17 am: Ari Boo 2002-2008
Sometime last night Ari got run over by a car. I still remember the first time that cat ever slept in the bed with Kara and I, and I wasn't too keen on the idea, cat based childhood trauma and all, but that cat was sooo insistent that I love his belly if I was going to sleep next to his person. I remember feeling something break open in my chest and a warmness fill me as a snuggled him. He helped to get past my aversion to felines and make it possible for me to even adopt another cat. He has been a constant presence and great companion and menace to that is fragile and precariously balanced, and I will miss him. I keep expecting to see him perched on his spot on the couch, black toes splayed out, or hear him bang picture frames against the wall to wake me up so I can get him a can of chicken cuts in gravy. I wish he would come back and break something just for old times sake.

03:02 am: Grady-taped
I just finished my second week at Grady Memorial Hospital as an EMT, and I fricking love it! I get to help people all day and they pay me. In the words of every Eastern European stereotype I can think of "What a country!" Life is good, our cats are bad and my disposition is unnaturally sunny. Also Kara has started a blog at karacoryell.livejournal.com, which everyone should read. Also "blog" is not a word recognized by Live Journals' spell checker. God-damn meta-hipster think they are sooooo funny.

10:11 am: We Will Always Have Canada
We now know why it was Will and Molly who moved to NZ, instead of Kara and I.
http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/this_britain/article3169647.ece

05:07 pm: Photo cube
Kara bought a photo cube so she can put pictures of her jewelery on her website and E-Bay. I have naturally chosen to abuse this new business tool for the purpose of taking picture of miniatures I've painted. I'm in between school semesters and have plenty of time on my hands. I've posted pictures at http://www.flickr.com/photos/jleecenter/ . I will put up shots of the area where we live soon.

10:44 am: I've been putting off taking the Saturn in for its 100,000 overhaul. This evening I clipped a deer while driving home from class ( 17 days til graduation, but whose counting?). Damage was minimal, but I now can't avoid taking it in. As for the deer, it managed to get across the road and out of site, so my smoke house remains woefully empty.

01:55 am: Oh, give me a home, where the astronauts roam...
Kara and I have decided to get the fuck out of this place, and barring Athens being 10x more amazing than its rep, out of this state and region. I want some place with snow. I want culture. I want to be able to walk around on actual sidewalks. I don't want to be afraid for my niece and her friend when they go outside. It only takes one ijit taking exception to their cross racial friendship, and deciding to do something about it. I want neighbors who don't claim the moon landing was fake, and describe spendthrift relatives as "nigger-rich". I don't want to worry that someone will mistake the Lone Star of Texas decoration on our house for a pentagram and decide to burn us out. Any suggestions?

06:54 pm: The ticking clock and her pulse. Then just the clock.
My Grandma Lois died today. She was just the best Nana a person could ask for. I remember a warm, generous lady, and miss her dearly.Tonight we laid out some food and set her a place, and gave her a plate of food and glass of very red cranberry juice. Kara and I, and Bruce and Chris ate, and Kara, Chris and I talked about my Nana. When Bruce got up from the table he mentioned how he was still hungry for tater-tots, and began to filch some off of my Nana's plate. We all turned and looked at him in mute horror. Through a mouth full of potato he asked what the problem was, and Chris answered indignantly, "That is Lois's plate!". Bruce looks puzzled, having apparently ignored our conversation over dinner, and replied sheepishly "Is that what those were for?" I haven't laughed or cried so hard hard in a very long time.