The sun is setting on one of the biggest weekends. i’d like to thank luke, aaron, johnny cash, kev, neil, ross, syl, slip and carla who featured in varing degrees over the course of the weekend. many many other randoms and ‘krazy’ stuff.
dig-get.
we’re waiting for the lag in the line to pick up, snap back up and jerk us back to speed. i can see other’s notice their own preverbial slack and bracing for the worst, but panic and excuses seep out. i’m already nervous enough for the weekend, i don’t want to thred around these people. thursday’s im always edgy about a friday night out. the pseudo stress of hoping everything will come together. im no organisation freak, but i like things to be sorted in due time. you really want everyone to be there, everyone know whats going on and when and where and why. let’s have a top night. it’s so precious and you don’t want to waste it.
it was the first real honest, open flirtatious conversation i’ve ever had. and i loved every minute of it. and i want to do it again.
wakin up and listenin to kai tracid is so empowering. midweek before godskitchen. official reports suggest it could be off the freakin hook. the troops of brisneyland are rallying together. the house sitting affair is over, after a brief stopover in the deep south, its back home in the north tonight. Big city lights. there is a big bash for a birthday on saturday night. romping around auchenflower followed by some deluxe relaxation on the beach on sunday. its going to be one big nasty weekend. the unfortunate thing is, there seems to be a bit of a void after it. wait, thats a lie. coffee with the high school crush midweek next. nice nice nice.
flip side out.
kai tracid - tiefenrausch
for the last week i’ve been house sitting for some family friends, out in the far east of bumfuck idaho. i collect eggs and feed dogs and thats about it. it’s a nice change compared with carboard box lifestyle of my current house. a big clean house all to my own, with sercurity gates and fancy stuff like that. its a real bitch location wise though. out in the sticks again. just like old times.
i am the long lost 3rd Hilton sister, out on the ranch.
the vibrations of this office are vile and nasty today. i’m surrounded by them and the women are coming in for their hormone driven kill. horrible subjective judgmental banter is rife. my wingman has been moved to other projects and I’m fighting the foul atmosphere with pleasant obedience. Come on people, get over it and work together. fucks sake.
It’s not what Team Rando can do for you, or what you can do for Team Rando, it’s what Team Rando does for themselves.