March 25, 2009
My music moods have been all over the place. Was just chatting with my homegirl Dana about 80’s freestyle, so I had to showcase some Shannon. This was my jam back in the day! And you can’t make this shit up… brothers really thought their hair looked hot like that, back in ‘84.
March 25, 2009
Another stroke of genius by Rhett & Link:
March 25, 2009
“last” – nine inch nails.
funny how some songs still have meaning to me more than 15 years later…
gave up trying to figure it out but my head got lost along the way
worn out from giving it up my soul I pissed it all away
still stings these shattered nerves
pigs we get what pigs deserve
I’m going all the way down I’m leaving today
come come come on you’ve gotta fill me up
come come gotta let me inside of you
come come come on you’re gotta fix me up
come come gotta let me inside of you
still feel it all slipping away but it doesn’t matter anymore
everybody’s still chipping away but it doesn’t matter anymore
look through these blackened eyes
you’ll see ten thousand lies
my lips may promise but my heart is a whore
come come come on you’ve gotta fill me up
come come gotta let me inside of you
come come come on you’re gotta fix me up
come come gotta let me get through to you
this isn’t meant to last
this is for right now
I know it’s all getting away it comes to me as no surprise
I know what’s coming to me is never going to arrive
fresh blood through tired skin
new sweat to drown me in
dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive
come come come on you’ve gotta fill me up
come come gotta let me inside of you
come come come on you’re gotta fix me up
come come gotta let me get through to you
this isn’t meant to last
this is for right now
I wish I could put the blame on you
I want you to make me
I want you to take me
I want you to break me
then I want you to throw me away
March 24, 2009
Finally, a well-researched visual response that works in my favor.
March 23, 2009
well, i really should have blogged about this when it happened, since it was about 5 nights ago now and my memory has the dream all fuzzy and dim. nonetheless, it was a weird dream, so i figured i’d post.
i was in a forest with a couple dozen other people (strangers, all around my age). we were tasked to ascend to some higher plane of existence. in doing so, our souls would merge with others around us, based on some law of compatibility. sort of like, which couple or group of people would make a better soul if all parts were combined into one. we were being instructed by a disembodied voice; some greater evolved soul that was orchestrating our event. i don’t know who or what it was, only that it was female. what we had to do was form a huddle and close our eyes and come up with as many words to describe our planet and our human race as we could. once we reached a certain “quota”, we’d be there. sort of like some colossal game of Mad Libs. anyway, a large portion of the dream was without any imagery… it was all black, just words and voices swirling around with all of the adjectives and nouns that we could muster. i recall my contribution was “atmosphere”, and it was one of the last words accepted by this leader-spirit-woman. everything clicked then, and we were more or less in the same area as we had been in the forest, only now we had moved some and were on the edge of a lake. i was laying facedown in the sand, like i had crash-landed there, and the water from the lake was lapping up all around me. the water was bright orange. i raised my head and i saw a man and a woman standing on the shore, smiling blissfully at each other. i felt instantly jealous, and i don’t really know why. i could tell that my soul had merged with 3 others… two older men and a young woman. i suppose i wanted to be linked to the man on the shore somehow, but it wasn’t meant to be. i wasn’t happen with the souls that mine had joined with, but overall i was pleased that we succeeded in the whole “soul ascension” project.
the end. kinda bizarre.
March 20, 2009
March 16, 2009
Another beautiful, healthy boy is on the way! My second son is expected to arrive on August 2nd. I’m in love all over again…
My little nudger
March 16, 2009
Here’s a little story about experiences with our first car. Mine was, needless to say, memorable…
(Thanks Cecily for the inspiration!)
My first car was a 1990-something Chevy Beretta. It was the King of the Hydroplane… hated driving that thing when it rained. It’s got quite a history, including a rather embarrassing story that happened to me while I was in college. It was Halloween, and there was essentially a campus-wide party. I met a cute kid who said he was visiting his cousin from the military, and that he was 20 years old (I was drunk/high enough that I believed him). We dated a bit and one day I, very stupidly, let him borrow my car. Well, as I mentioned, the Beretta had a bit of a hydroplaning issue. It turns out that my new little boyfriend had skidded into another car while he was making a left turn, at what I can only assume was way too fast a speed. But that’s not the best part… no… that came when the owner of the car he hit called me to discuss insurance policies, and said “You know, your boyfriend looks awfully familiar. How did you say you met him?” I told her my side of the story to which she replied, “You might want to check on that. My daughter (who was in the car with her at the time) recognized him from her school”. Her HIGH SCHOOL. I was a junior in college and fucking MORTIFIED. Turns out he was a senior in high school and had only just turned 17 a few weeks ago (which, despite my humiliation, explained why he could screw like a house afire). That was the end of that relationship, but not the Beretta, which sustained enough damage to not be worth the repair. I drove that busted up vehicle for another 2 years or so, cursing under my breath every time I saw its bashed in quarter-panel. It got progressively worse, too… so bad I had it held together with tie wraps. The final straw came when I was flying down the highway and the hood somehow disengaged and slammed against my windshield, leaving me trying to navigate through the little gap it left between the dashboard. It was a miracle I never got seriously injured, at least… besides my pride!
March 11, 2009
Snow White has never looked funkier.
March 11, 2009
had a dream last night that i was with a friend/co-worker in my old neighborhood in Long Island. she said something felt uncomfortable and she had to excuse herself to take care of it. i asked what it was, and she said it was her testicles (which, in the dream, was a perfectly normal thing for a female to possess). i recommended that she see a doctor instead of taking care of it herself, but she assured me she could handle it and walked off to the side of the road, where there was a piece of old plywood leaning against a tree. i followed her moments later to discover her lying on the ground, sheltered by the piece of wood. She had cut her balls off with a pair of kitchen scissors. i was pretty horrified that she was able to do so without screaming or losing consciousness. she agreed that it hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable and there wasn’t too much blood. i could see on her body where they once were, and i agreed she did a fine job and it would probably heal on its own.
what the fuck, dude!!
