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food poisoning, circumcision parties and wentworth miller

though not exactly in that order and not exactly related. that wentworth miller is so HOT right now. wowza. i just went through me first food poisoning in turkey, big step for one new to a country. steve is experiencing his first cold. but it is almost worth it for the amazing food we had…

glibness is a defense

this happened to me last year. i was writing about the UN Commission on Human Rights (which turned out to be the last one, say true) and i realised that i was being extremely glib about very serious things. i forced myself to write an apology to all my readers as my tone and presentation…

los angeles’ memory haunts my reverie

since i don’t always go directly to my friend’s pages to see what’s up and what’s new, i decided to subscribe to everyone’s blog, even if they don’t have a blog i subscribed just in case they are ever to write one. this is fascinating, reading about moments in different people’s lives and adventures all…

an american werewolf in london

i don’t like movies with ghosts. or dead people who rise up and start speaking. after wendy’s death and my ongoing relationship with her and other Spirits, i find it extremely disrespectful to frighten people with such images. it is because of these types of movies that when i mention Spirits and Angels, people get…

dear wendy

dear wendy, i need your help, my friend. i still have days where i wished i could have come with you and i still have these thoughts that this is the easiest thing to do. i have been so sad and disappointed at the realisation of jonathan brandis’ death, in those moments i couldn’t understand…

a love letter to Gwendolyn Wendy-Bird

angel girllove light furling i miss your hugseven though i know they have never gone away they are still the best,but i’m sure you know steve’s are pretty damn good too. i will learn how to drive, he’s going to teach me.i haven’t forgotten my promise.and i will skinny dip soon, i will! i hope…

an uncertain love letter to Old Journals

written on the last pages of a blue and white covered journal made of recycled paper from india, with a free tibet sticker on the front. the last two pages are blank for some reason and i write: there is something to be said for keeping the past in the pastwhere there is no point…