HEY, wait a minute…
he’s nothing but a pack of cards!
Month: April 2004
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what’s with all the weird prompts? is it just me?
stolen, just like the others…
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
I couldn’t let them down, but the thought of losing my freedom gave me a sinking feeling; I could barely breathe.
…Sorrow Mountain, the journey of a warrior nun
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
the girls’ desk (sewing cabinet) where babyjane is playing barbie salon
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
CSI Miami
4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is.
9:11am
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
9:26am
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
barbie, this looks perfect; what a great color!
clicking
wind chimes
7. When did you last step outside? what were you doing?
getting coffee at my stepsister’s espresso stand (the walk up window)
8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
my email (just one, from Francine, jaimama)
9. What are you wearing?
dark flared (I know, I know) jeans, sage tee, dark pink sweatjacket, tan uggs, oval hoops and a carnelian ring
10. Did you dream last night?
Yes, that I was watching dylan’s football team in the old neighborhood and telling my mother about how easy it would be to remodel her house. we were sitting across the street from where I lived when dylan was born (across from the middle school field, a block from mission where the dc snipers lived for a while… 1807 F Street). the kids weren’t with me. even my dreams are boring.
11. When did you last laugh?
I can’t remember. well, probably with hdl last week. we saw pearl django at the jazz alley. it was the nicest time I’ve had in years.
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Four framed pictures, two box ends with apple labels, a great northern railway sign, a tile, a whatcom land trust calendar, three kid drawings (one of Martin Luther King Jr. in a pink shirt and green tie), a butterfly sculpture, a phone, and a clock shaped like a coffee percolater.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
everything seems surreal.
14. Last movie you saw?
In the theatre, Big Fish. Last night on the small screen was Harvey (Jimmy Stewart).
15. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
a motorboat.
16. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
yoga makes me cry.
17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
make women safe from predatory men, of all types.
18. Do you like to dance?
yes, just not with assholes.
19. George Bush: is he a power-crazy nutcase or someone who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?
a bad, bad man.
20. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I have a girl, but for the sake of fancy: Persephone.
21. [Same question for a boy]
My firstborn is a boy. I almost named him Maddoc Maclean.
22. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yes, and would certainly, if given the chance. -
NINA SIMONE
FUNKIER THAN A MOSQUITO’S TWEETER
You’re nothing but a dirty, dirty old man
You do your thinking with a one track mind
Keep talkin’ about heaven glory but
On your face is a different story
Clean up your rap your story’s getting dusty
Wash out your mouth
Your lies are getting rusty
Can’t believe nothing you say
‘Cause I’m around and I see what you do
You know you’re funky as a mosquito’s tweeter
You gotta mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
You never changed
Always rappin ’bout the same old thing
I got something to tell ya
I got something to tell you baby
But you ain’t hip to baby
Blowin’ minds is a thing of the past
You blew your chance that’s why you never last
You want to be a graduate mother
But in reality just another brother
You think you slick but could
Stand a lot of greasing
The things you do ain’t never really pleasin’
Can’t believe nothin’ you say
‘Cause I’m around and I see what you do
You know you funky as a mosquito’s tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
A…lways rappin ’bout the same old thing
You beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful
Brought yoursef a pot of baked stew
Nothin’ worse than an educated fool
Talkin’ sex is your favorite conversation
But peace and love is a famous generation
What’s in your head has really started
Showing your conversation gettin’ kinda boring
Can’t believe nothin’ you say
‘Cause I’m around and I see what you do
You know you funky as a mosquito’s tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old game
Same old thing you never change
Same old game, same old thing
Always rappin’ ’bout the same old thing -
Okay… now that I’m calmer, let me ‘splain.
I regret the comment I made about “men.” I really don’t feel that way.
when I am very upset I exaggerate wildly.
It’s not because of “men” that I chose my partner badly.
it wasn’t for a lack of “good ones” that I chose an asshole.
I’ve gotten lots of therapy, and I don’t think I would chose an asshole again.
I guess what I really meant by the wild statement, was that I’m so incredibly hurt and shocked, that I’m not interested in any kind of romantic relationship for a long time.
and then the other…
I don’t like to go to church, but it’s important to my mother (xmas and easter). we (sort of) buried her mother yesterday and I thought it important not to bag out on her. I guess I was just really irritated that I didn’t feel free to say no, when I was REALLY really upset and not up to it. I guess it’s not jesus’ fault my mom made me go to his house.
one dark night there were six robbers sitting around a campfire and the first robber said, ‘boys tell us a story’ and this is how the story went… one dark night there were six robbers sitting around a campfire and the first robber said…
so anyway, this is how it went…
I dressed the girls to the nines, hats gloves chiffon, put on makeup, forced the boy to put on a shirt with a collar, and away we went. I cried all the way there (thinking about ‘that whore’). we got there, got seated, then I just started to bawl, and it was TOO embarrassing, so I excused myself and walked around the neighborhood bawling. nice one (rolls eyes)… I made it back in time for the boring yet exquisitely misogynistic sermon, which made me so angry I refused to stand for the gospels and junk. I was just TWEAKED. I refused to do the whole “peace be with you” thing. I didn’t even look up when the woman behind me put her hand on my shoulder and said something. my mother hissed “pass the piece of the lord!’ and I hissed back ‘there’s no peace or love in my heart!” I then refused to go up for communion or look at anyone. honestly, I was afraid I’d do the ugly cry again. I really was. I’m sure my mother was thoroughly embarrassed. I should be. I acted like a baby, but I just couldn’t help it. what the hell, though, my mother answered her CELL phone in CHURCH, no less. I thought that was over the top.
I guess we don’t have to wonder what the lutherans are talking about over sunday dinner tonight…
next time I hope I have the good sense to stay home.
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so I just heard about david’s new girlfriend, allison, who has sparkly shiny dark
hair and is white and thin. she had a sleepover.
mom and paula say they’re not surprised. well fuck me. I still
am. she painted the girls’ fingernails and toes.
fuck him and his whore.
I’m changing my last name to harris, my mom’s name. I am fucking
through with men forever.
paula’s coming over and dylan’s friend scott is here.
I hope he and his skanky cunt get hit by a bus together.
oh, and we were going to bury my grandmother today but they dug out the wrong plot. I think maybe they dug out mine. maybe I should have just gotten in. my great aunt was upset that they got it wrong. I thought, it doesn’t matter, she’s dead, what does she care?
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what the hell… me too:
If I were…
a month I would be: march
a day of the week I would be: sunday
a time of day I would be: 3pm
a planet I would be: chiron
a sea animal I would be: a manatee
a direction I would be: north
a piece of furniture I would be: a bed made of that space foam
a sin I would be: sloth
a historical figure I would be: mary queen of scots
a liquid I would be: black coffee
a tree I would be: walnut
a flower/plant I would be: black bamboo
a kind of weather I would be: windy and warm
a musical instrument I would be: standup bass
an animal I would be: beaver
a color I would be: celedon
a vegetable I would be: sugar peas
a sound I would be: a far away foghorn
an element I would be: tungsten
a car I would be: a brown jaguar
a song I would be: at last by etta james
a movie I would be directed by: luc besson
a book I would be written by: sheri s. tepper
a food I would be: a ranchero cheeseburger
a place I would be: a mediterranean beach
a material I would be: linen
a taste I would be: lime
a scent I would be: mosquito dope
a word I would be: facile
an object I would be: a glass paperweight
a body part I would be: an ankle
a facial expression I would be: a smirk
a cartoon character I would be: samurai jack or bubbles
a shape I would be a: a circle
a number I would be: 3
a holiday I would be: passover
a bird I would be: a quail
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he’s cancelling more stuff
like my checking account
the car insurance
my health insurance
even thought the court order specifically says he can’t
all I ask is that he get struck down personally
by the hand of god
but only when the kids aren’t with him
make it stop
make it stop
make it stop
rocking
rocking
rocking
rocking… -
“You’re a good chair!” what? “a good SHAR-ER.” oh.
the other day I was making peanut butter and jam sandwiches. I keep the peanut butter in bread drawer so that I can be as lazy as possible, not even lifting it to the counter, just dipping out of the drawer. so Emma tried to snake a finger full of peanut butter and I told her to be careful or she’d be pulling back a bloody stump, and made a suggestive move with the drawer. she said, “what’s a black bunny stump?”
