heave

spending hours painstakingly editing and transferring hundreds of emails, i notice how funny it feels to be so attached to things that in some dimensions don't properly exist and also how unexpected it seems to be so traumatised over said event while simultaneously realising that i shouldn't be surprised because this tabanca bears out the reluctance and delay in doing this in the 1st place, these past few years...
and why does gmail bother giving so much storage if it won't let me send/receive large email? the account i'm switching from lets me send+receive anything i want... plus, my yet-untold gmail address has already received (days ago, actually) spam titled "barak on the verge of death" and "drunk barak after elections" and "cindy mccain cheats her husband" and "michelle obama cheats with mccane"- all misspellings and poor grammar theirs- and i see a 200% raise in subject lines claiming to be debt notices to entice opening...
walk good.
ps: my sister would love to decorate her flat, but has too many shoes...in fact, she'd love to have us over, to stay in her guestroom like she will in ours this christmas, but we can't fit with the shoes...she admits she may not afford a house big enough for the shoes...i been laughing for 3hours talking shit with the gremlin...

old school analog charm

@ tonight's dance class, after skipping through a dvd to find the piece being remounted and watching to ensure it was intact, aunty noble tells grims, before you take it out, just rewind it to the top of the piece for me so we could find it when we ready to rehearse...
she cracks my shit up.
walk good.

trini more timely?!

minor, but strange- in d.c. we had directv and when i set a reminder for jon stewart's daily show the tv would always switch over during the theme music, sometimes even late enough for me to miss his opening lines. in trini with flow, when i set a reminder it switches over during the commercial break just before jon's music plays. early in trini? weird...
walk good.

we, too, can vote.

feeling the fever and need to participate? vote here.
and here's the economist's worldvote.
walk good.

sunday sex service

this evening, sabbath for so many religious, and many irreligious, like myself, i'd like to give thanks. this sunday i give thanks for aag, for leading me to some of my recent sidebar additions of good reading, and also to sexinchrist.
i've decided the whole site's set up by some dude who's found a woman he believes is easily controllable and manipulated, worth the time+effort of retraining in accordance with his every miniscule preference, hence articles ranging from the homepage's anal sex in accordance with god's will to fisting and god's will, to bare before god- shaving and the bible. this dude has his shit sorted- every time he wants to convince her to do something he wants, all he has to say is, "honey, i researched it, i looked it up, read this, in god's eyes, one thing about which there can be no debate is the evil of stubble..."
the lame part is that i started reading expecting to be impressed with the twists of thought supporting each biblical quote as justification, only to realise i could come up with better religious justification myself, even after rejecting the church so long ago. he's just not creative enough. i sent a message asking who he is- if he answers i'ma make him an offer- for a little $ i could come up with much better biblical backup for jesusfreaks who need to be told that masturbation is god's great gift to us...
walk good.

heat in we place

somehow, our impromptu non-halloween-housewarming became a girls' lime, with grims+coreysan holding down the fort for the stones amidst 10 sexy females. not that either of them complained for a second...
we limed until after 3am; channa, spees, roughtops, tamarind balls and tunnocks were had by all, chased by a decent amount of alcohol and smoke for those who did. so our current abode is officially warm- nay, hot, steamy even, considering the women in question- the company was excellent and i got to wear slippers+shorts because i was home- even a surly trini couldn't ask for more.
walk good.