Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
hey diddle, diddle
i met my friend's BF tonight. he was just, just, someone i wouldn't want a crack whore to marry. SF was dying to show him his room and 'secret lair'. in addition, SF was excited to give his guests a gumball from the Ford machine. this was met unenthusiastically by said boyfriend. i didn't react but i thought, 'you sir are exactly the pig i always imagined you to be'. i asked SF if he liked the BF and he said "yeah, but he's crosseyed".
he is.
he moved in with my friend earlier this summer. he shows up at night and leaves in the morning. every weekend he is 'working.' she's 20, he's 29. there are so many red flags i want to bust out a bruce lee move and ring the bell in the ring. oy.
i'm glad it's over. he lacks warmth, personality and uncrossed eyes. i'm so glad that i'm single. even if the sex is mindblowing, i'd rather diddle myself.
he is.
he moved in with my friend earlier this summer. he shows up at night and leaves in the morning. every weekend he is 'working.' she's 20, he's 29. there are so many red flags i want to bust out a bruce lee move and ring the bell in the ring. oy.
i'm glad it's over. he lacks warmth, personality and uncrossed eyes. i'm so glad that i'm single. even if the sex is mindblowing, i'd rather diddle myself.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
i'm glad it's over and other drivel...
yay. my gigantic sale is finished. i took the really nice stuff that was left over and donated it to a women's shelter. the rest of the shit went to bethesda thrift store. i've had trouble recovering from the mess though.
i got completely shitfaced on saturday night, staying up until 4:30 in the morning with some friends. thankfully they were there when the mouse trap thwacked so they could carry out the deceased. i'm chicken she-ot that way.
it's realy groovy though, i have an echo in my living room and i like it. it's empty like so many other parts of me.
i got completely shitfaced on saturday night, staying up until 4:30 in the morning with some friends. thankfully they were there when the mouse trap thwacked so they could carry out the deceased. i'm chicken she-ot that way.
it's realy groovy though, i have an echo in my living room and i like it. it's empty like so many other parts of me.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
crackin' the corn for jimmy
i just came by to clear some cobwebs and such. whats new, magoo? me? oh, i'm just fine. i finished my 18 credit semester in style. would you like to see the project i completed? here you go. what do you think? please don't tell me my baby is ugly! guh.
about nine years ago i began a process and i lost a lot of weight. it just happened. i was in a groove. now that i'm 40, i've been reflecting on all of the extra baggage i have clogging my serenity. it's hard to relax when your basement is packed with stuff from your garage.
so...i began the arduous task of detoxing my space from clutter and things that could disappear and i would never notice or miss them. i'm having this insanely huge sale of all of my stuff. i'm going through the house with a fine toothed comb. it was weird though.
i threw out all of the old report cards my parents kept for me. i threw out all of the photos from parties, college life and spring break. i threw out some photos of friends that i haven't spoken to in years. why keep them?
all of the lit papers i wrote in college? gone.
in purging the clutter, i reclaimed the small attic and made it into sf's secret lair. when i ventured on selling all of out stuffed companions, i was met with a resounding no(chipmunk style). now they're all lined up as if in a theatre watching the 13" Sponge Bob.
i found the Garfield comforter i bought with the money from 8th grade confirmation. i passed it on to the wee sprite after a fresh wash and now it is at home among the stuffing.
next week i'm having the sale of a lifetime. i feel so good. soon it will all be gone. all of those things i saved, the things i threw away, just aren't me anymore. let someone else be their guardian.
about nine years ago i began a process and i lost a lot of weight. it just happened. i was in a groove. now that i'm 40, i've been reflecting on all of the extra baggage i have clogging my serenity. it's hard to relax when your basement is packed with stuff from your garage.
so...i began the arduous task of detoxing my space from clutter and things that could disappear and i would never notice or miss them. i'm having this insanely huge sale of all of my stuff. i'm going through the house with a fine toothed comb. it was weird though.
i threw out all of the old report cards my parents kept for me. i threw out all of the photos from parties, college life and spring break. i threw out some photos of friends that i haven't spoken to in years. why keep them?
all of the lit papers i wrote in college? gone.
in purging the clutter, i reclaimed the small attic and made it into sf's secret lair. when i ventured on selling all of out stuffed companions, i was met with a resounding no(chipmunk style). now they're all lined up as if in a theatre watching the 13" Sponge Bob.
i found the Garfield comforter i bought with the money from 8th grade confirmation. i passed it on to the wee sprite after a fresh wash and now it is at home among the stuffing.
next week i'm having the sale of a lifetime. i feel so good. soon it will all be gone. all of those things i saved, the things i threw away, just aren't me anymore. let someone else be their guardian.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
to blog or not to blog
i feel so icky. just gross. the positive thing is that i'm finishing an 18 credit semester with a 4.0. so suck on that. in other departments, things just totally suck. summer is practically here and i just want to crawl into my own cave deep in the woods and tell everyone to fuck off. ahhhhhhh.
sf and i are having a battle of wills. he tests me at every turn. last night he decided he couldn't wait to have dinner so he grabbed this enormous food club bag of skittles and started chowing. when he refused to stop, i said fine, go ahead. enjoy those. you can eat all the skittles you want. in fact you can have fucking skittles for breakfast lunch and dinner. go right the fuck ahead.
this morning the nanny texted me and said he threw up all over. i didn't feel bad. honestly, i just want to jump on a plane and never look back. yes, i do mean to bitch because it has been hard. very hard at times being a single parent. and it outright sucks sometimes. so excuse me while i just scream loudly to myself and FUCK! FUCK! FUCKITY! FUCK! copiously.
piss off.
sf and i are having a battle of wills. he tests me at every turn. last night he decided he couldn't wait to have dinner so he grabbed this enormous food club bag of skittles and started chowing. when he refused to stop, i said fine, go ahead. enjoy those. you can eat all the skittles you want. in fact you can have fucking skittles for breakfast lunch and dinner. go right the fuck ahead.
this morning the nanny texted me and said he threw up all over. i didn't feel bad. honestly, i just want to jump on a plane and never look back. yes, i do mean to bitch because it has been hard. very hard at times being a single parent. and it outright sucks sometimes. so excuse me while i just scream loudly to myself and FUCK! FUCK! FUCKITY! FUCK! copiously.
piss off.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
things that go bump in the night
i have so many strange dreams and thoughts. i vacillate from thinking 'i should write that letter' to 'fuck it'. these feelings of fondness are usually sparked by tom petty songs. the longer you stay away from writing the harder it seems to be. like do i really want to write down what i'm feeling?
i feel attached in time to someone. i haven't spoken to this person in a very long time, but the feeling is always there. it's a fuzzy little creature living in the nether regions of my mind. upon waking i have remembrances of this 'thing' rooting around causing a disturbance or two. fighting with the locals. usually it leaves me with a glow. and then i think, am i nuts?
someone can send you a line or two and you can sense their warmth. they really have it. others are so removed and obscure that any attempt at connecting with you seems bizarre or contrived. what the fuck do they want? honestly, they need to come right out with it and not fuck around. no cryptic babble, please.
whatever.
baby, don't it feel like heaven right now? don't it feel like something from a dream? why yes it does and yes it is.
a dream.
i feel attached in time to someone. i haven't spoken to this person in a very long time, but the feeling is always there. it's a fuzzy little creature living in the nether regions of my mind. upon waking i have remembrances of this 'thing' rooting around causing a disturbance or two. fighting with the locals. usually it leaves me with a glow. and then i think, am i nuts?
someone can send you a line or two and you can sense their warmth. they really have it. others are so removed and obscure that any attempt at connecting with you seems bizarre or contrived. what the fuck do they want? honestly, they need to come right out with it and not fuck around. no cryptic babble, please.
whatever.
baby, don't it feel like heaven right now? don't it feel like something from a dream? why yes it does and yes it is.
a dream.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
something fresh
i found a link to this article from Dana + Nate's. it's just what i needed after my venomous spew. sweet. new yorkers are so much cooler than wauhiscans. they'd call the keystones, believe me.
i don't wanna talk...
about the things i've been through, but what the hell. today i just feel like bitching and ranting about the dismal, rotten, raunchy, clique ridden place that wausau, wisconsin is. it has no down to earth sensibilities. it doesn't matter if you're a slob or a blob, it's who you know. why the sour grapes, mamma?
oh, i don't know. i'm here there and everywhere and the one thing that i know is that i will never fit in. that is O-K-A-Y. because i don't TRY to be different, i just am. i always have been. i was always the obnoxious, goofy gradeschooler. in high school i was the weird dresser. now i'm the non traditional student who could pass for traditional. wardrobe circa 1991.
WTF does it mean? pre mid life crisis? nervous breakdown? drug induced hallucination? everything about my life is non-traditional and i'm floundering in a sterile, wannabe a big town berg. the thing about real towns is that they change. everything here is the same year after year: oh, sure the stationary or the theme may change, but it's the same tinpins showboating their dominanace in the "art scene", the "publishing world" and charity events.
i wish the maggots would gag.
oh, i don't know. i'm here there and everywhere and the one thing that i know is that i will never fit in. that is O-K-A-Y. because i don't TRY to be different, i just am. i always have been. i was always the obnoxious, goofy gradeschooler. in high school i was the weird dresser. now i'm the non traditional student who could pass for traditional. wardrobe circa 1991.
WTF does it mean? pre mid life crisis? nervous breakdown? drug induced hallucination? everything about my life is non-traditional and i'm floundering in a sterile, wannabe a big town berg. the thing about real towns is that they change. everything here is the same year after year: oh, sure the stationary or the theme may change, but it's the same tinpins showboating their dominanace in the "art scene", the "publishing world" and charity events.
i wish the maggots would gag.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
tasty
this is my cool peanut jack-knife that i received
from someone special, years ago. i still keep it
in my pocket or dangling from a belt loop.
you'd better not meet me in a dark alley...
Monday, April 06, 2009
va-va- vomit!
can you hear the huge, hearty sigh echo from my lungs across the miles? i had my first job interview in twenty years. now, all i want to do is have a margarita. lots of them. i think it went alright and in all honesty, i'm honored to have gotten the interview in the first place. as soon as i was done, i changed my clothes and felt immediately better.
a part of me wonders if i can make it in the 90 degree angle world. i'm totally obtuse for the most part. i like it that way. still, i want to make buckets full of money and still be able to wear pigtails and not pointy shoes with heels. will i ever find that special place?
love, me
a part of me wonders if i can make it in the 90 degree angle world. i'm totally obtuse for the most part. i like it that way. still, i want to make buckets full of money and still be able to wear pigtails and not pointy shoes with heels. will i ever find that special place?
love, me
Friday, March 27, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
birfday!
"mommy, i want my cake to be half green and half purple and i want it to say 'happy birthday true and holden'". done. what a sweet kid. he is so sharing.
the cake couldn't have been any more adorable. that's my 1955 Roper range it's sitting on.
this is holden james...
patiently awaiting the signal to blow...
blow little feesh, blow!
love you, babe. can't believe you're already five. xoxo mommy
the cake couldn't have been any more adorable. that's my 1955 Roper range it's sitting on.
this is holden james...
patiently awaiting the signal to blow...
blow little feesh, blow!
love you, babe. can't believe you're already five. xoxo mommy
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
progress
I have to say, I'm pretty fricking pround of myself. I have six pages with rollovers for the links and it all works. When you roll over the links they change from a cream text with a drop shadow to a dark turquoise with an outer glow. Pretty spiffy, I must say. The logo at the top links back to the index page you see. The only thing I didn't do was physically take that photo. I'm sure I did this the Polish way, but it looks completely KICK ASS and I did it without any help from anyone. Damn, it's pretty.
Attention: ABC
You completely suck for canceling the best show on your network. I would be referring to "Life On Mars". Has there ever been a better cast on television? You had a Sunday Night HBO show and you flushed it. I hate you.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
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