i'd like to say thanks to Rev for chilling in her vat of yogurt with some imaginary screwdrivers last night with me . . . it was a nice, mellow evening and we shared wonderfully beautiful music and theories galore!
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Erika, Erika, Erika ! Thank you! You are so very lovely and supportive! *HUGS!* to you for all your love and words, and know that i still greedily read up everything you have typed into that little white box and cherish each turn of phrase and glimpse of psyche you slip into dissertations.
Ok, on to the misi show! �
Monday sucked old moldy maggots from a dead rockstar's scrotal sac. No, i don't want to discuss why. it just did.
Today is starting a little better as i got to subject my child to pigtails and that always cheers me some . . . come on, people, pigtails are CUTE! i may not be all girly and shit but i LOVE pigtails! If i manage to keep the self-control that has had me avoiding places where they butcher hair for a little bit more i will have enough to put up in pigtails. Well, i do now but they are really kinda little curled poufs when i do it so it's not a statement yet, it's a necessity ~ i really hate my hair in my face or on my neck.
AND i am wearing all black with my converse tenny bops . . . and i was bored to death this morning so i put on make up so i look really good . . . and i managed to find enough change to get a Pepsi and still have money for Roni's lunch tomorrow . . . and i got some classic and beautiful music playing behind me "Some one like you makes it hard to live without somebody else . . . some one like you makes it easy to give and never think about myself . . . " ~ "Reason To Believe" (oh, Marn . . . can you ever forgive me? i love this one CD of his! i have tried . . . i can't kick it! it's deep within my heart and my past.)
Today will be ok . . . FOR ME TO POOP ON! No, no . . . just kidding . . . gotta love Triumph, though.
i am so scattered today. GROUP HUG! No, wait, this is the internet . . . ekk! How funny! i can see it now . . . all 6 of my readers hugging their monitors at various times of the day! Then, when someone asks why you can use it to tell them about D*Land! Just like Andrew said!
Hmmm . . . i dunno, you think it'd work? Or would they inch away cautiously thinking that you'd finally lost that last marble they bought for you since your original ones seem to get misplaced a lot and that if they don't get away really quickly you may grab and hug THEM and then you'd tell them things about yourself like how you like to iron your socks and put your cat in the dryer on 'FLUFF' since that is her name and when your nervous you like to put you hands under your arms and then smell them like THIS! only that is obviously stolen off SNL and then you talk about your obsession with television and how you love that one commercial where the guy has a TV on every surface in his house so he doesn't miss the game and how you are close to completing your collection of TVs so that your house will look like the one in that commercial and how you found all the answers to love and dating on Love Connection and one day you hope they bring that back along with the Newlywed Game and by now they are back at their desk looking up YOUR diary and fearing the worst . . . . they find out that they are the crazy ones and your as normal as the rest of us and they just ran from you and spent half an hour imagining these things and more about you?
Wow! i impress me! i need some water so BYE SUCKERS! heheheheeeee!
"Mandolin Wind" ~ Rod Stewart
"i never was good with romantic words,
so the next few lines come really hard ,
i don't have much but what i got is yours,
except, of course my steel guitar
`cause i know you don't play,
but i'll teach ya one day,
because i loooove yaa "
how many of you out there know a musician?
really? that few? Wow!
those are the sweetest words ever when they mean them.
i promise.
i still cry when i hear this song and i love it so much.
go listen to it if you can, please.
it's off Every Picture Tells A Story
confessed on 2001-05-08