Tomorrow is a special little day for me. My own quiet, private, flamtastic day. It is the day for celebrating my 48th summer on the planet. I feel so much ‘meh’ about the whole damned thing.
The only thing I seem to want for my birthday is for everyone around me to leave me the hell alone and stop needing me so damn much for every little agonizing thing. Yeah, go and try to get THAT written in frosting on a cake. Continue reading →
A week of eventfulness, right heah!
We started off the week by having a four-day weekend. Always nice. When I returned to work on Tuesday, May 26, I had a bit of a headache and the remains of a sore throat. Meh. I shrugged it off as being some leftovers from the flu bug of two weeks ago. Continue reading →
August has been the month of emotional trainwrecks, shifting suns, vegetarianism, organic frustration, and forgotten attic treasures. And on top of that, I am in dire need of a haircut and my camera has been quietly whimpering in its fluffy skullhead bag for me to take it out and let the sun shine on it. I could happily scratch an obscenity in the new paint of an Escalade, just so I won’t feel as though I am the only one having a bad month. Continue reading →
This one was told to me by my husband. He states that his mother told it to him when he was around the tender age of sixteen, and that it scarred him for life. =]
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What is the difference between a blonde and a washing machine?
A washing machine doesn’t follow you around for a week after you drop a load into it.
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I would also like to state for the record, that while I find this one hilarious, I am also blonde. Under all this red hair dye, that is. Just in case you were thinking of trotting off in a huff and a Chevy to leave me a scathing comment.
In our recent attempts to try to make our fundage last as long as possible, we have been cutting out most unnecessary expenditures. Naturally, the first to go were those of a fun and relaxing nature. This means that we must now resort to unwinding for free either at home or at one of the local parks. Thankfully, it is summer and we live in southeast Michigan, so there are plenty of things to do, park-wise. Continue reading →
This evening, after hearing that our plans for attending a previously-untested restaurant were cancelled due to impending gallbladder issues of the daughter of one of the attendees, the boy and I decided to seek out some dinner on our own after picking up Ocean, the Six-Million Dollar Cat from the vet where he was having a fructosamine and glucose test run. On our way back from our favorite standby restaurant (Logan’s Steakhouse) we decided to make a brief stop at the local all-night pharmaceutical emporium to see what we could find. Continue reading →
You showed me the value of keeping Superman in my heart. You always put too much powdered creamer into my coffee, just because you love to watch it melt. When my windshield wiper blade snapped on one rainy day to work, you spent an hour scouring the internet trying to figure out why it broke and how to fix it. On the rare occasions that I cook, you always do a little gleeful we’re-about-to-eat dance while in your underwear. Continue reading →
Thursday, November 23, 2006.
I woke up with a mystery headache. Despite the fact I couldn’t see my clock, I knew I had overslept by about an hour. Tendrils of my dream were trying to tug me back into the warm void; I dreamt of a current co-worker, and was tempted for one brief moment to let the tendrils have their way. Continue reading →
I want to be awestruck for the holidays. I want to be moved to emote. I want to feel a part of something larger than life itself.
Lately all I have been able to feel is the careless desperation of cheaply painted christmas bulbs, the decrepid humiliation of last year’s leftover wrapping paper and an empty cold wind where my giddiness used to be.
I need to have a new tradition. I want to feel inspired
I was thrown out of NYU. On my metaphysics final, they caught me cheating. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me. (Woody Allen)