it's snowing

i had a tummy ache today. i take this laxative tea once in a while, called Smooth Move, when I can't make it to brown town. Last night I made a cup and maybe I left the tea bag in the water too long because today I was on the dang bowl for half my waking hours. what a misery! i still managed a workout, cardio/chest/abs and to get some editing in on the novel. I feel a little tired but tonight will be a great adventure.

first I am going to the Sacred Gallery Un-Holiday Party and then to Brooklyn for a Blood Dumpster fete at Viet Nam. gonna see some fantastic friends and some serious artwork, and maybe indulge in some yuletide spirits (the sacred party is open bar!). I hope my travels are not too arduous, considering the weather situation (its snowing like gnome, AK up in this piece).

what remains to be seen is my outfit for the evening. the blood dumpster party is yet another delightfully themed gala, the 7th annual sweater party. I will clearly be wearing a sweater. Good for the cold. But I also want to wear a tutu and tights and soccer socks and glitter and stuff. Because i'm a silly little elfkin. But the weather may preclude dress up tonight. I suppose I should get on dressing for it now, as I have a feeling it will be one of those try-on-everything-in-my-closet-twice types of things.

kk bye :)

Hello my lovelies

Today I am a very sore and tired Oni!  Sunday's workout was extremely intense and my trainer is insane.  I hate that second-day-after soreness from weightlifting.  makes me want to go to sleep.

Last night I went out to the 12th St Ale House on 2nd avenue.  I like that bar, and I have a slight crush on one of the bartenders.  My company for the evening were the venerable mr. foley (he is my longest running drinking buddy and a fabulous fellow, you'll see more of him on these pages later, and his good friend Max, who I believe I may have met before, but I'm not sure.  Foley makes a wonderful web comic, and you can read it if you click that link there with his name on it.

We had a few drinks and then parted ways, Max going to a friend's couch to crash and foley and myself taking off for Ridgewood.  We then visited with ms. kiwi in vietnam (an affection name for Kiwi and Timbo's apartment.)  Foley told a fantastical story (plot for a new novel if I recall correctly), I went out on the fire escape and looked at the sky, and I wrote some in my little notebook.  After many hours I fell asleep on the couch in the redroom.  In the morning Timbo came home from his work and we watched the Maltese Falcon.  Welll I didn't watch the whole thing because it was time for me to head home.  I need to work on my novel today.  It's called Three.  I think you will like it when I get it done.

Today I am very tired as well.  For breakfast I had a McDonald's milk shake and a chicken salad.  Now I am going to make a big ole pot of chicken soup with matzoh balls.  not a good day to be a chicken.

oh, have you ever tried chicken and waffles?  if you are in new york head up to amy ruth's in harlem and get some.  amazing.