And if I can't have everything, well than just give me a taste.

I had a damn good night out at Ceremony.
The music flowed like wine at some points, and I felt my reserves tested. But I stuck it out, through some new and some old music (Supernaut! Dig it!)
There was some awkwardness, but a lot of goodness too. And a nice bit of alchemy performed on the way home. The transmogrification of a moody, depressing song into a joyful thing. Or if not joy, there was appreciation for the music itself, w/out succumbing to the sentimentality of the song. Which song? I want something I can never have.

My current CD rotation in the Esteem consists of:
Velvet Acid Christ - Church of Acid
Nine Inch Nails - Pretty Hate Machine
Ministry - The Land of Rape and Honey
Mindless Faith - Manifest Destiny (damn good)
Fleshfield - Belief Control
Skinny Puppy - Mind the Perpetual Intercourse
( the end of the year )

(no subject)

I'm not going to talk about the minor disappointments of the day, like ruining one of my Buffy episodes. Because it doesn't matter much in the end.

I will talk about home made pizza, and warm chai, and talks about the future. I will talk about cheap Chinese food and South Park on Christmas eve. I will talk about gifts that I bought for myself, and wrapped to put under the tree, so I can act surprised tomorrow. Then there will be breakfast and a Christmas dinner to end all Christmas dinners. And calls to my family, who I will see over the weekend.

And I will talk about a nice warm bed that awaits my presence. I will talk briefly about the number of times during the day that I walk into my room, wanting to sit down and type, and realizing that my computer isn't in my room anymore. It's damn spooky, that automatic reaction. I may even move the desk out soon, and put in a reading chair and a lamp, or maybe just leave the space blank.

Decisions to be made for another day. Seasons Greetings, y'all.