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GRiT

About Me

Brainy disaster. Loner. Compassionate. Too open, too honest. I can see lies and betrayal for miles, but I'll humor you -- until I despise you. I could blank you. Or blank. Wacky sense of humor, mainly dry, often silly. Too smart for my own good. Talented. I like to say creative ingenius type, because I am. Hmm. Maybe cocky, umm, arrogant. Quiet. Angry. Brooding. Asexual. Aroused, lusty. Yearning.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Other misunderstood creatures. GIRL BANDS: punk, goth, industrial, rock, thrash, trash, metal, any and every revolutionary, indie.

My Blog

Repairs 101

I recently repaired a Sony ECM-NV1.  Actually, two Sony ECM-NV1's.  So much of the thing's we come across are made NOT to be repaired.  Power supplies, headphones, cabling, etc.  But, look, some thing...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Nov 2009 10:27:00 GMT

Girl Jesus

Girl Jesus, the original line up, had the first official rehearsal last night.  I don't think words could explain the feeling.I can say, however, that I'm looking forward to playing live.  So far, one...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:09:00 GMT

Is it the frustration

of not bringing to fruition that which I yearn, and hope for.  Is it the frustration . . . of loss.  The powerlessness.  Is it the madness I see unfolding before me, the violence, the danger, that's m...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 18:55:00 GMT

what to say

I've been away for quite some time.  I opened up my e-mail for the first time in I don't know how long, and I had hundreds of messages.  still working through the spam.I don't know what to say, really...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 16:21:00 GMT

thinking of you

Bundled and layered, I sat in the living room in the late afternoon on Saturday, after I arrived home from a frustrating day at lab.  Two thermals, one sweatshirt and a jacket, plus more, I huddl...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 07:55:00 GMT

and the facade will end

I will find myself in a different place, among different people, perhaps.  I will find myself somewhere that is not here, perhaps, not among you. I thought I knew what it was to stand alone, on m...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 16:09:00 GMT

In the perils of being

Walking this morning, along garbage covered streets, over shards of broken glass, I wondered why we trash ourselves.  We, as a people, as a whole, so carelessly and thoughtlessly s...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 13:37:00 GMT

In the year of . . .

1970-something, somewhere in the afternoon, walking home from school, filled with child-like thoughts of home and play, by the nursery of trees and plants along the way, where we used to hide fro...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:00:00 GMT

I was resting my eyes

but I opened them to find I'm still here in this wasn't I just looking at a different picture? wasn't I just looking at a different face in front of me I saw your eyes the eyes of the girl I wish I kn...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 06:54:00 GMT

conquer the feeling

I tried to reach out feeling nothing in response and the return is so empty and so empty is the feeling when there's nothing there but the reasons might clamour so loudly and I'm thinking again what's...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 09:21:00 GMT