A walking study in demonology.

airwair @ 2009-10-28T01:08:00

2009-10-28T05:08:26Z

Wow. I'm really terrible at this writing full-time stuff.

airwair @ 2009-10-22T02:50:00

2009-10-22T06:54:19Z

Since my last visit...

1) I got married.
2) I moved back to Tennessee, but hopefully not for long.
3) I reluctantly (and stupidly, I'm afraid) put some sort of faith back into Ed Bernero and jumped onto a ship that I know will never sail.
4) I got two dogs that I hang out in the dog park with. Yes, I'm that dog owner.
5) I think I want to start writing in this thing regularly again.

6) Oh, and happy birthday Zac Hanson.

airwair @ 2009-01-20T20:14:00

2009-01-21T01:14:50Z

Does ANYONE on earth still read this?

I'm engaged. I live in Pittsburgh. I have an awesome dog.

Bush is out of office!

And that's about it.

airwair @ 2007-06-08T19:22:00

2007-06-08T23:23:43Z

Can't really talk right now. Stealing internet from the Apple store on 5th Avenue.

Moved to Astoria, Queens. It's gorgeous. Definitely better than Brooklyn.

(For those who don't know I was held hostage and blah blah blah and I got to spend the day at Riker's Island testifying and blah blah blah. Thought my TW buddies would get a kick out of that. ;)

airwair @ 2007-03-14T17:35:00

2007-03-14T22:34:18Z

So I'm moving into a lovely, spacious, luxury apartment with miss Amy Michelle this weekend. Should be fun. It's right in the asscrack of Clinton Hill and Bed-Stuy (though not the warzone part-- no "do or die." Don't even think it's in the 79th precinct.) and the elevator opens up right into the living room and I couldn't be more excited.

And I'm getting a new job tomorrow.

AND I'm starving. Who wants to cook me dinner?

And it's been a long time since this userpic, no?

airwair @ 2007-02-24T02:13:00

2007-02-24T08:13:55Z

Go to HELL.

I hate you.

I hate you.

You're fucking with me.

I hate you.

I hate you.

GO TO HELL.

Size 6 woes.

2007-02-13T13:45:23Z

What the hell is wrong with wearing a size 6?

I'm watching "The Devil Wears Prada" and I really don't understand the comment "2 is the new 4, 0 is the new 2, and 6 is the new 14."

I know I'm not stick figure of the year, but come on. I'm not fat.

Or am I?

If society puts such much premium on the fact that size 6 needs to go in the plus sizes and therefore my opinion of myself is so askew that I'm way off base, will someone please let me know?

airwair @ 2007-01-23T22:29:00

2007-01-24T03:42:20Z

I haven't written in here in FOREVER.

Things are ok, sort of. Not really. I am still in love with my city, but it's getting hard. And I'm getting really homesick. I miss Tennessee more than I ever thought I would but I know that if I left New York I'd regret it later.

I also REALLY need to not be a waitress anymore. I just can't do it for the rest of my life-- I can't.

I'm looking at a stint in rehab if I keep going 90 miles an hour.

I can't keep this shit with Joey up.

I just really kind of want to go home.

Oh, and did I mention I have no money?

And I miss Third Watch.

I bet you all missed my bitching, huh?

airwair @ 2006-10-14T16:30:00

2006-10-14T20:32:23Z

So I'm currently sitting at my house in Brooklyn.

Yes, you heard correctly. I'm back in New York City-- with a job, an awesome house, and an extremely safe neighborhood. And my CAR. Thank God.

It's going to work out this time... I can feel it. I think that's why I left on a whim without saying goodbye to anyone.

Oops.

airwair @ 2006-09-17T05:27:00

2006-09-17T09:45:36Z

1. Dawson Leery (Dawson's Creek)
2. Maurice Boscorelli (Third Watch)
3. Joan Girardi (Joan of Arcadia)
4. Kevin Girardi (Joan of Arcadia)
5. Joey Potter (Dawson's Creek)
6. Faith Yokas (Third Watch)
7. Ty Davis (Third Watch)
8. Bobby Caffey (Third Watch)
9. Adam Rove (Joan of Arcadia)
10. Carrie Bradshaw (Sex & the City)
11. Mr. Big (Sex & the City)
12. Kim Zambrano (Third Watch)

01. Who would make a better college professor, 6 or 11? What subjects would they teach?

Mr. Big, most definitely. I have no idea what he would teach... but he'd definitely be more intellectual.

02. Do you think 4 is hot? How hot?

Yes. He's adorable. I love his eyes.

03. 12 sends 8 on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed?

Kim sends Bobby on a mission to not get shot, and it does succeed so he comes back and they have wild crazy tantric sex and she forgets all about Jimmy and stops being annoying and everything works out peachy keen jelly bean.

04. What is or would be 9's favorite book?

Something to do with art.

05. For some reason, 5 is looking for a roommate. Should s/he share a studio apartment with 4?

Joey and Kevin? Sure. Why not? Just because he's in a chair... I can see her being supportive.

06. 2, 7 and 12 have dinner together. Where do they go, and what do they discuss?

Bosco, Ty, and Kim... this has actually happened before. I'm sure they'd talk about their shifts, or how Bosco thinks Kim looks ok or how Kim loves Bosco's car. Ty will just sit there, I've decided. Until Kim jumps on his dick, too, that is.

07. 3 challenges 10 to a duel. What happens?

Carrie kicks Joan's ass. She may not talk to God, but she writes a sex column in New York. That has to count for something, right?

08. If 1 stole 8's most precious possession, how would s/he get it back?

Bobby would walk up to Dawson and tell him what a pussy he is and tell him to stop using that insane vocabular because he's only 15 and 15 year olds don't talk like that and then he'd punch him and yell at him and run away and get his shit back and not get shot.

9. Suggest a title for a story in which 7 and 12 both attain what they most desire.

Solace.

10. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted 4 and 1 to work together?

Kevin does an article on how stupid Dawson is.

11. If 7 visited you for the weekend, how would you get along?

Ty and I would get along great... so after some funny talk about Sully, I'd ask him to bring Bosco over and then I'd give him the keys to my car and tell him to entertain himself while I entertained my new company.

12. If you could command 3 to perform any one task or service for you, what would it be?

Be my God-laison.

13. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw 11?

Not to my knowledge.

14. If 2 had to choose sides between 4 and 5, which would it be?

Bosco would pick Kevin over Joey in a heartbeat. They might even form an alliance against her and tell her to stop running away from Dawson because the faster she comes back to him the faster they'll stop playing that damn Edwin McCain song.

15. What might 10 shout while charging into battle?

Fabulous!

16. If you chose a song to represent 8, which song would you choose?

Umm... Enya? Oops.

17. 1, 6, and 12 are having dim sum at a Chinese restaurant. There is only one scallion pancake left, and they all reach for it at the same time. Who gets to eat it?

Kim would just get all passive aggressive while Dawson tried to explain himself logically (albeit stupidly) and Faith would just get bitchy. And Faith would get to eat it because I see Super Faith coming out here.

18. What might be a good pick-up line for 2 to use on 10?

Bosco getting with Carrie? Oh please.

19. What would 5 most likely be arrested for?

Joey would most likely be arrested for getting on my nerves. And for choosing Pacey over Dawson.

20. What is 6's secret?

She killed a man and then took some bitch pills, but ssshhhhh... we're not supposed to know.

21. If 11 and 9 were racing to a destination, who would get there first?

Mr. Big. He has a car. Adam would have to either walk or take the bus.

22. 1 [Dawson] and 9 [Adam] reluctantly team up to save the world from the threat posed by 4's [Kevin's] sinister secret organization. 11 [Mr. Big] volunteers to help them, but it is later discovered that 11 [Mr. Big] is actually a spy for 4 [Kevin]. Meanwhile, 4 [Kevin] has kidnapped 12 [Kim] in an attempt to force their surrender. Following the wise advice of 5 [Joey], they seek out 3 [Joan], who gives them what they need to complete their quest.

23.What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it?

None of the above. It's stupid.

airwair @ 2006-09-11T06:04:00

2006-09-11T10:27:05Z

I was wearing a Superman shirt (how ironic) and dark Tommy Hilfiger jeans that were two sizes too big. My hair was in a stubby ponytail and my feet were adorned with brown Doc Martens, while I carried my blood red Jansport backpack around as if nothing was wrong.

Someone ran through the hallway screaming. Greiman went to check it out, and upon her arrival we turned on the news. I knew something had to be wrong, because Ben actually lifted his head up from the desk.

I switched classes.

I couldn't handle it. I had my teacher sign my hallpass as a bathroom run, but instead I ran to the pay phone to call my mom. However, I didn't have change and had to put a dollar in the soda machine and retrieve a Dr. Pepper in order to get 35 cents. I didn't have to say anything to my mother-- her first words upon knowing it was me were "I'll send your dad."

I left the soda by the machine while I waited for my father, fearing that I'd be found out if I returned from the restroom with a can. It was gone by the time I went back to get it on my way out.

My dad came to pick me up in the Safari. He had it on B97.5, but since every station was running continuous newscasts I didn't put up a fight with him to change it. I heard it fall as we were pulling into my driveway, and I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't know what was happening--- I could just hear the rumble. But I still couldn't fix it. I was helpless. I was a naive 15 year old in Knoxville, TN who would never think anything like this could happen; that my favorite city would be under seige.

My dad left me alone, so I walked to the Apostolic school and met Justin. We went to the Little Caeser's and bought a pizza, before heading to Radio Shack where we were the only customers and I watched WTC 7 fall.

Then he took me home, where I listened to our "awesome" president address the nation.

And then I cried.

Five years later and I remember every detail, and as I watch the sunrise come up over Manhattan on live TV, a piece of me is still missing-- much like a piece of New York is still missing. It's through my tears that I type this, and I can't help but wonder if it will always be like this... forever. Will it ever go away?

Will New York ever look the same?

Will the sun ever come up in the same fashion as it did at one point in time?

Five years later and I still ask these questions.

My guess? The answer is no.

airwair @ 2006-09-11T05:09:00

2006-09-11T09:13:49Z

So I am watching a show on Discovery Health about a 16 year old who weighs 468 pounds. Methinks I'll take my size 6 and be happy and thankful.

These shows are certainly sobering.

airwair @ 2006-09-08T16:06:00

2006-09-08T20:07:36Z

Create your own! Originally Written By ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by darkman424

airwair @ 2006-09-04T02:13:00

2006-09-04T06:21:45Z

A couple of shipper videos... long overdue.

Right Here Waiting

Scars

Bad Habits is coming. Just be patient.

airwair @ 2006-08-30T12:57:00

2006-08-30T17:04:41Z

For all of my fellow Third Watchers, there's a new chapter of Failure of Imagination posted in the general stories section of TW.net. Short but sweet. Have a look.

I miss Joey.

I miss Amy Michelle. (Who, by the way, does NOT need to be getting so trashed and then taking the train home alone! *insert angry face here*)

I miss New York City.

But I know that if I don't finish school before I go back it'll just be the same problem. But then what? Amy will probably be gone by the time I get there and Joey will either be dead or married because he knocked some scrawny broad up and made her lose her (lack of) figure. Whatever.

Now the million dollar question... I've been considering my options for quite some time, and there are two things that I ALWAYS go back to, no matter what. Criminology or music industry?

airwair @ 2006-08-22T09:08:00

2006-08-22T13:13:28Z

I'm HOME.

Oh my God. My bed, my car, non-ghetto internet, cable television, silent air conditioning, no Uncle Creepy in the window, no gunfire, no disgusting roommates... right now I'm saying I won't leave as soon as I thought I would, but I know tomorrow I'll cry (or something) because I can't be at the Bitter End.

Maybe I'll just get rich and hire Joey. He can sleep here, and I'll keep him up PLUS give him a salary.

Or something.

My real bed calls my name.

Goodnight(morning).

airwair @ 2006-08-18T13:35:00

2006-08-18T17:38:35Z

So I can't find a job, and I don't want my parents to keep me up. Not to mention I HATE this neighborhood and I was practically shot at the other day, and the apartment is absolutely disgusting. I don't know how my roommates can stand living this way. And they wonder why I spend all of my time in my room... because it's the only fucking room that's clean!!

Not to mention the fucking 8TH GRADE shit I have to deal with because I'm apparently a terrible friend.

I'm just done.

I think I'm headed home for a while. The only problem is... how the hell do I tell my roommates?

airwair @ 2006-08-07T21:21:00

2006-08-08T01:33:13Z

Ok, so I haven't made a real entry in forfuckingever.

The rundown--

I still don't have a job. It sucks.

I still hate the Bronx. That also sucks.

I miss my car. I miss Nashville. I miss cheap cigarettes.

My heart's here, people. I am in love with the city on a level I could never express but I need to be here when I can live how and where I want to as opposed to settling just to settle.

I'd leave tomorrow and come back later if I knew everything would be the same when I got back, but it won't be. What would I be giving up?

My new friends whom I love more than anything.

The nightly music I've become so accustomed to.

And more importantly (and possibly the best reason to fucking leave), him. I mean, I wouldn't be leaving him, but at the same time I would always have to wonder if I gave up some golden opportunity. I know the answer is 'no' but there's always going to be that little devil on my shoulder rubbing it in my face.

I don't know what to do. I don't want to leave.

But is there really anything I can do about it?

(and in honor of BLEECKER...)

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

Everyone knows
She's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head
I'm in over my head
I'm in over...

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

airwair @ 2006-07-17T16:22:00

2006-07-17T20:23:58Z

No, I'm not dead. Yes, I hate heat waves.

Spent Saturday night in the ER.

I want out of the Bronx.

I can't find a job.

Part of me wants to go home until I can save up enough money to get a place in Brooklyn. What's everyone think?

Voice Post

2006-07-01T05:04:05Z

airwair @ 2006-06-21T13:31:00

2006-06-21T17:33:24Z

Happy birthday, Cindy.

And thanks to Hanah for the birthday card. :)

New York is going well. I'll have my own room in 10 days and I'll start working soon. I also get my RAZR tomorrow, which is good since my old phone broke in half. Literally. Tonight's going to be a crazy night, though. Rodney is playing at Arlene's Grocery, and Joey's playing at the Bitter End. Who wants to come and get hammered?

airwair @ 2006-06-14T20:05:00

2006-06-15T00:07:05Z

I made it.

Now I'm off to Bleecker.

I love living here.

airwair @ 2006-06-13T06:43:00

2006-06-13T10:43:38Z

Bye Knoxville! *waves*

airwair @ 2006-06-12T13:53:00

2006-06-12T17:54:05Z

I leave tomorrow and have nothing done.

Typical me, huh?

airwair @ 2006-06-05T00:56:00

2006-06-05T04:58:45Z

I can't go. Someone please go for me!

*ETA - it's at the Bitter End, by the way. Bleecker and LaGuardia.

And if you have no intention of going, at least look at the picture for about an hour. He deserves that much. ;)