Last night we finished watching the entire first season of Oz. It was quite good, captivating. The ending was a bit much (in my opinion) and perhaps moved too far in to a plot it might have trouble removing from. (All this assuming it plans on continuing). Then again, I don’t know much but I do know this, I don’t ever want to go to men’s jail. Gimme the bitches, I would like to save my ass.
6 Comments »Toby is going in for his big tests today. He prepared for it all day yesterday. He drank a fluid that “does things” to you. I won’t go into details, that’s not fair. I hate the thought of him “going under” as they call it. But I think that’s more of a selfish thing as I am TERRIFIED when I must. I hope he’s ok. I will be picking him up today after I steal some puppies from the dog park at Union Square. He likes puppies and they’re too pricey to buy, so I will take someone else’s puppy instead. I want him to be all better so I can take him to lakes tucked in-between mountains and we can make more wind chimes with our puppies and cats.
15 Comments »Today’s pictures. Not many, but still. A habit is a habit, forced or not I must comply.
2 Comments »My family never said therapy is for the weak. As a matter of fact I really don’t have any idea how my parents felt about it while I was growing up. I think, at times, when I had a rough day at school or someone made fun of my traced-hand-turkey drawing, I may have run home begging for help or brain drugs to ease the pain. And I think my mother was probably thinking, “Honey, this is life. Everyone deals with this kind of pain.” And she was right. And then I went to college and read books filled with philosophy and adopted that whole, I am strength, drink my purity crap poured out by Hank Rollins during some spoken word I (for some reason) sat through and loved.
10 Comments »Having a “blog” has proven to be fun, therapeutic, and really friggin annoying. Do people actually judge their worth by whether or not they are linked on some website somewhere? Is it like friendship bracelets from middle school? I have half a mind to get rid of all of my links, not to sound shitty, but give me a break. I have like 13 up there. All of them are links I check at least 15 times a week. (Some like 500 times a day). If I am not amused I do not come back. If I’m slightly amused I bookmark the damn thing and I come back. If it becomes a habit, I put it on here for everyone to see and I love it like a real sweet peach. Links which stick, reflect me in some way and I like that. It’s simple. I don’t want to fall into blogigation—where I end up with 400 links and only about 3 of them do I actually look at. I come here to vent my fears, empty my head and laugh. I love the people who speak on here they make me snort with laughter, daily. It’s not a popularity contest to see who can get the most hits. If it were I would be in near last place, happier than a pig in shit, smelling some other huffing pig’s ass while they wiggle themselves sweaty (woop dee da doo doo). Think out of the a href=popularity. I love you. I love me. Let’s all eat pie. (Before you assume I am referring to you, I am not).
8 Comments »It’s funny how often I bring this show up. I have only seen it twice but I have another question. Last Sunday, during a rerun of Alias (where they recap everything and she was the hot art-show girl), there was a song played midway through the episiode that I really liked. I watched the credits and nothing. If any one knows what it is or how I might find it please let me know I will give you some Jello-O.
11 Comments »Toby has been ill lately. Becaues of his illness, I have been able to go back to my roots and eat like a good American, (i.e. badly).Yesterday, I stopped in the local C-town and left with one box of Kraft Mac and Cheese (the powdered cheese kind), two things of Kool-Aid, Jell-O (sans animal bones), one small thing of 2% milk, and an Entamann’s raspberry danish. Upon arriving home, I made the Kraft and added two Not-dogs. It was a truly amazing meal. I had fun. Here is proof. (I used to take Oreos apart and try and separate the few, remaining cheerios from copulating in that last bit of milk as well).
1 Comment »I have 12 bug bites. I have a problem with even numbers. I spent the better half of the morning looking for mosquitoes, begging them to bite me because 13 bug bites is much more relaxing than 12. I received all 12 while sleeping. Last night one of them planted their pointy ass on my bottom lip now it looks like I was smacked. I was smacked, by a bug no bigger than 8 pt type. Toby? He doesn’t have any bug bites. I want to know what it is about my blood, my skin, that they find so penetrable. Do I exude a certain smell? Is there something in my blood which makes them feel all funny inside? Am I their massive, fleshbag, drug dealer? Go away you damn little vicious bastards. I can only itch so many places at once. Seriously. Someone make it stop. I’m gross.
32 Comments »I’m sort of tired—having trouble keeping mind. This jumbled mess, whirlwind of messy thought and half bitten sentences come to the tip and then give up, drop to throat and sit there (lumpy). You might wonder if it’s worth it, if creating a habit is worth it, as most habits (come past) created you. And you might think that (on certain days) when you’re not reflecting quite as well as you should be, you might just throw in the towel (sewn to speak). And you might wonder about whatever it is you’re doing and whether it ever sit near words like “good” or “worthy” or “thought-provoking” in any lasting manner other than whatever lies beneath the rug after broom assumes position and deems habit’s left overs. And you might just run home and watch tv and wait for tomorrow to decide for you. I wonder if I play an active roll in all of this or if I’m just stuck rut, cut out to fuck up.
1 Comment »Every day, I lose more and more hope in my own kind. A friend of mine once told me a story about these mice which were taking over his apartment. He and his girlfriend tried everything humane and finally just gave in to the evil, sticky mouse traps. The went away for the weekend and left traps around the house. When they returned he found that one mouse had died and another had gotten stuck to the same trap and was eating the other mouse in order to stay alive. He said,
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