MY ROMANCE
My romance doesn’t have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn’t need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of may, no twinkling stars
No hide away, no soft guitars
My romance doesn’t need a castle rising in Spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesn’t need a thing but you.
well, I had to update because, well, we all know how I love having my mistakes pointed out… THANK YOU VERY MUCH THYRIO!
many, many mistakes lately. um, always.
I spent the afternoon phoning different companies to whom I owe money. some, most actually, admitted that I didn’t owe them as much as they sent me letters telling me I did. AND, if you’re my phone company and you installed a new line at my new house, you know where I live, right? so why are you sending my new bill to my old address?
the medical center billed the insurance I had FOUR years ago, thank you very much. the dentist sent me a bill for what insurance covered. garbage sent me a bill for recycling bins and service when I never received either (though I would have liked to). I would go on and on, but I already have and I’m bored now.
I had the time to do this because the tattoo woman wrote down the wrong appointment time… it’s tomorrow, not today. I’m just getting a scar covered; it’s nothing really. I’m just getting a small star.
it’s mistake day… and dinner at my dad’s. I’m planning for food poisoning.
As you likely would have guessed, late summer is when the networks and cable channels start planning for the upcoming christmas season. These made for tv extravaganzas often center around a premise lifted from tried and true stories of yesteryear, often with a modern-day twist!
WELL, this year our very own Skipper has been tapped to star in Spike TV’s first original holiday fare! She’ll portray Evian, the thoughtfull and luscious young fashionista who, while fearing the demise of her newest design venture, fervantly wishes “those fucking seventies were all a bad dream!”
Tune in December 18th as Evian discovers that there really was value in disco, rollersneakers, and ultrasuede in It’s a Wonderful Mullet !
so, it’s saturday night and I live near a racetrack, the Wenatchee Valley Super Oval to be specific. honestly, the car noise doesn’t bother me at all. but tonight they’re blasting a bunch of music, god dammit. personally, I find there’s very little that’s more annoying than being subjected to music I can’t turn off and I didn’t choose –bleah– unless it’s getting an iced latte when I wanted hot. I cried!
I went over to the site to see what it was, apparently nothing special. however, I did notice that next week is “thunder cars” and some super truck shit. it might be a good weekend to be gone…
I’m much less testy when I’m getting laid regularly. anyone who wants to volunteer, let me know…
Mudskipper… I’m wearing your hunnerpants today!
the leopard print ones… rowwwwwwwwwwwwwr.
who’s the greates mudskipper of them all?!
Who can crawl like a dog without scraping her knees?
Who’s got seg-ment-ed eyes?
If looks could kill we wouldn’t need all the pills, but we take what it needs to be easy says: “For me, the best proof I can think of that God doesn’t exist is that we can get cancer of the anus, but that something incredibly useful like idiot cancer or frothing zealot cancer doesn’t exist. If there really is a God, I’d love to tell him: you’re punishing the wrong assholes.”
…Paracetamol
start spreadin’ the news…
much as I love the man pictured here (Paolo), Michael Luberes will forever hold my heart…
Ah, Christa, my crispy sisty…
here’s her new play:
http://atlantictheater.org The Lesson by Tina Howe
