It's been another exciting week full of unbearable strees and hating of my job, not enough physical release of said stresses due to the red river of sorrow and the sloughing of the baby that could have been, but won't. Well, and i lack of punching bag, too. Hell, i would have gone out to shoot targets but i couldn't even do that.
V-Day came and went with no bullwhip or Vagina Monologues, but then, when has it been about gifts? If it's really about love, i have that in spades and i'm so very lucky ~ i had six Valentines! Troy at work had lunch with me, my two favorite boys were there for me when i got home, Roni was a doll, and my parents got us all bags of love and cookies. It was nice.
i think i'm just not going to work Monday. i'll go to the temp agency and ask for another assignment. i just can't work somewhere that fosters ulcers and migraines galore. It also engenders rage and the urge to kill someone in violent and destructive ways. Fuck em.
Oh, i almost forgot! Go and see! Joe finally got my banners up on 12% Beer Do i rawk it or what?!
i know, i know, 'or what', i know.
Ok, so i know i have been a little lax on the whole song thing, but i don't get much time on here and rarely even get to answer my mail, for my clown's sake, but here is a good one for you . . .
"Like a Rolling Stone" ~ Bob Dylan
"You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal."
confessed on Saturday, Feb. 16, 2002