July 2010
69 posts
Quips
Kiki: Do you think my overalls are too young?
Me: No way! Who’s giving you flack for them?
Kiki: My gma. She says I look like a teenybopper.
Me: You can wear whatever you want! You can wear plungers on your nipples if you want. You just have to own it.
Kiki: Great. Now I’m going to have to pick up some plungers.
- Zombie weather = My personal forecast for when it is warm and half...
June 2010
51 posts
ORNAMENT OF MY MIGHT: BLACK HOLE →
I’ve been in a wretched mood all day, in need of either a cathartic cry or a cathartic punching-someone-in-the-face. So I scribbled out a list of things I hate. I edited, embellished, and annotated. My outrage seems to have two unifying principles. I hate people who do not live deliberately, and I…
One of my most favorite girlfriends and also my personal hairstylist is having a baby. Her husband (whom I have known since my sophomore year of high school) and her have been together for eons, and are quite possibly one of the coolest couples I have ever known. Of course, being super cool, they wanted a boy. I KNEW they would be having a girl then. So of course, I receive a text today informing...
The Music Junkies: from NPR- Ten Years Gone, Jeff... →
Well now it’s been 13 years but whatever this article is from 07.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=10464680
Jimmy Page and Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin helped influence Buckley’s music — they’ve called Grace one of the best albums of the past 20 years.
Ever since…
daleweisinger asked: I'm coming home on the 30th. Maybe we could meet up like planned and talk writing. I'm glad you're blogging again.
If you are in your 30’s and you have your high school graduation tassel still hanging from your rear-view window, you’ve got some problems.
Hell, if you ever had your high school graduation tassel hanging from that window, we probably were never even friends. Same goes for leis acquired from Hawaiian vacations with the folks or purchased at Claire’s Boutiques.
I ain’t...
Quips
- My (former) boss is going to a baseball game tonight, in her new found single-ness. After being warned by coworkers not to get hit by any balls in the face, I throw in “Just not the hard balls.” She replies, “You mean like teabagging?” I reply “Bingo.”
- Kiki brings me tamales and salsa from the Caldwell Farmer’s Market for dinner, so we know it’s...
daleweisinger asked: I miss you
The coffee shop on State St is like some weird kind of time tunnel where no matter what time you think it is, it is three o’clock for five hours and no matter who is sitting next to you, you learn everything that is going on in their lives as they catch up with friends over an iced mocha and peanut butter cookie. Two days ago it was a group of people speaking Ukrainian to their elderly...
Growing Backwards
The other day an acquaintance from high school asked if I had an older sister named Kymm. I replied, of course, “Well, my name is Kymm..” She took an astonished look at me and squeaked “Wow. I thought you would look much older by now.”
This has been a reaction addressed several times. My ID is usually considered a fake. Apparently I have a Benji Button problem. Bring on...
Garf is in the living room watching Control and says out loud “These guys suck.” This coming from a fanatical drummer with an ear for both intoxicating and potentially intriguing music, but has never heard the band Joy Division. Garf is a career stoner. When asked on a job application what Garf has been doing the past some-odd years of his life, I am pretty positive “rollin...
ORNAMENT OF MY MIGHT: WAXING MY ARM WITH SCOTCH... →
If cubicles are good for one thing it’s forcing you to maintain the highest level of misery possible without crying. They exacerbate sadness but are also so depressing that they make the prospect of crying about your sadness disgusting. It’s like being in a Walmart or a Planned Parenthood: you…
Dream Come True! →
I am making Manfriend move to the UK so we can grab Constance and live happily ever after.
“ “She ordered whiskey, scotch, neat as can be, and in that moment we knew I was...”
– — McKinneyCan’tWrite (via whiskeymonologues)
Health care
magicmolly:
Dear Molly,
You are my hero anyways, but this makes you even cooler.
Love, Kymm
It would be great to have internet so I can actually write something every once in a while, really.
themusicjunkies:
Crazy On You (Heart cover) -...
Welp. Day one.
“If you want to be immortal, love someone.”
– Bernie Siegel
On the Road..
My entire life (a whopping 20+10 years this August) I have wanted to live out of an RV, travel around the US, and collect those state shaped magnets that stick to the back of the rig. Eat my way through Texas, visit Dollywood, peer off the top of the Empire State building, make obscene gestures at Mount Rushmore, and get lost in the Great Lakes. Lo and behold, I have found someone who shares that...
the most heartbreaking sentence you will read... →
molls:
seven days.
Wow. This one hurts. I hate being reminded that these things happen as I tromp through life blissfully and unaware.
Today I wrote a whole page on how I felt whilst hearing the lyrics to Elvis Costello’s “Alison” and it just got strange.
Yes, Poetry: Ten Writing Prompts →
Write a poem in reaction to a poem of your choice written by Emily Dickinson. You can address either the persona in the poem, or to ‘rewrite’ the poem.
Find any article online (scientific, political, art, etc.) and write either about it, or include an idea, person, place, or thing from the…
PEE ESS
Can the layoff fairies please throw me into the pool of the unemployed? I want to have no responsibilities for just a little while. I’ve worked so damn hard my whole life, I feel it is time for an “extended employment vacation” really.
Thanks.
Sometimes I feel as if I am the last remaining non-conservative that does not smoke weed. I use the term “non-conservative” only because I hate labeling myself as a liberal, and I, of course, am leaving out all the people around me who are religious, sober, et cetera and what have you. Really - in my age demographic, I encounter more of those who dabble to over indulge in smoking pot...
WHAT?? →
Ashley Smith! You are the best thing to happen to the industry in a long time. A gap-toothed model with my measurements? YES PLZ!
PS Lara Stone, I still love you.
I talked manfriend into on a skip-town-at-the-last-minute excursion this weekend, which resulted (amongst other things) in sharing a small in diameter hot spring with damn near five hundred other individuals. After a treacherous hike over a switchback filled mountain without a flashlight, our midnight stroll to Valhalla was sadly cursed by Memorial Day weekend insanity. Every first year college...
Why is it once we find out about the lovers of our lovers’s past, we suddenly feel extremely inadequate?
