It is everything built to borrow
made of a moment or two of sorrow
with a roof pitched of tar and nicotine
and everything good that is in between
that has taken three hundred days
sometimes filtered through a painted haze
while holding breath without suffocation
there is love and hate, anguish and elation
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WTF is everyone?
*watches tumbleweed*
Greetings to all on this fine Thursday. I just wanted to drop in and say hello. Seems like it's been a while since I last visited.
I've been super busy during the last few weeks - working, going out more often, hanging with this new boy I like, camping, taking drives to see the stars - I haven't been home very much, an consequently, haven't been around the blog very much either.
Incidentally, for anyone who's a stargazer, Mars, Venus, and Mercury are supposed to align on 9/11/2008. They're forming a triangle right now, which will get smaller and smaller during the next week. You can see them on the western horizon around sunset. Venus is the brightest, Mars is the one with the orange-ish tinge, and Mercury is the most faint. Check it out if you're interested!
Okay, I need to get back to work. I hope everyone here is doing well.
Oh - and Happy Anniversary to BlogBelieve!
Andrea
Here's a little article about the planets:
http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/080822-ns-planet-trio.html
Little Word, Little White Bird
by Carl Sandburg
Love, is it a cat with claws and wild mate screams
in the black night?
Love, is it a bird - a goldfinch with a burnish
on its wingtips or a little gray sparrow
picking crumbs, hunting crumbs?
Love, is it a tug at the heart that comes high and
costs, always costs, as long as you have it?
Love, is it a free glad spender, ready to spend to
the limit, and then go head over heels in debt?
Love, can it hit one without hitting two and leave
the one lost and groping?
Love, can you pick it up like a mouse and put it in
your pocket and take it to your room and bring it
out of your pocket and say,
O here is my love,
my little pretty mousey love?
* * *
Yes - love, this little word you hear about,
is love an elephant and you step out of the way
where the elephant comes trampling, tromping,
traveling with big feet and long flaps of
drooping ears and straight white ivory tusks -
and you step out of the way with respect,
with high respect, and surprise near to shock
as you say,
Dear God, he’s big,
big like stupendous is big,
heavy and elephantine and funny,
immense and slow and easy.
I’m asking, is love an elephant?
Or could it be that love is a snake - like a rattlesnake,
like a creeping winding slithering rattlesnake
with fangs - poison fangs they tell me,
and when the bite of it gets you
then you run crying for help
if you don’t fall cold and dead on the way.
Can love be a snake?
Or would you say love is a flamingo, with pink feathers -
a soft sunset pink, a sweet gleaming naked pink -
and with long enough pink feathers
you could make a fan for a fan dance
and hear a girl telling her lover,
Speak, my chosen one,
and give me your wish
as to what manner of fan dance
you would have from me
in the cool of evening
or the black velvet sheen of midnight.
Could it be love is a flamingo?
Or is love a big red apple, and you don’t know
whether to bite into it - and you knock on wood
and call off your luck numbers and hold your breath -
and you put your teeth into it and get a mouthful,
tasting all there is to it,
and whether it’s sweet and wild
or a dry mush you want to spit out,
it’s something else than you expected,
I’m asking, sir, is love a big red apple?
Or maybe love is goofer dust, I hadn’t thought about that -
for you go to the goofer tree at midnight
and gather the leaves and crush them into fine dust,
very fine dust, sir, and when your man sleeps
you sprinkle it in his shoes and he’s helpless
and from then on he can’t get away from you,
he’s snared and tangled and can’t keep from loving you.
Could goofer dust be the answer?
And I’ve heard some say love is a spy and a sneak,
a blatherer, a gabby mouth,
tattling and tittering as it tattles,
and you believe it and take it to your heart
and nurse it like good news,
like heaven-sent news meant for you
and you only - precious little you.
Have you heard love comes creeping and cheating like that?
And are they after beguiling and befoozling us
when they tell us love is a rose, a red red rose,
the mystery of leaves folded over and under
and you can take it to pieces and throw it away
petal by petal into the wind blowing it away
or you can wear it for a soft spot of crimson
in your hair, at your breast,
and you can waltz and tango wearing your sweet crimson rose
and take it home and lay it on a window sill and see it
wither brown, curl black, and shrivel
until one day you’re not careful
and it crackles into dust in your hand
and the wind whisks it whither you know not,
whither you care not,
for it is just one more flame of a rose
that came with its red blush and crimson bloom
and did the best with what it had
and nobody wins, nobody loses,
and what’s one more rose
when on any street corner
in bright summer mornings
you see them with bunches of roses,
their hands out towards you calling,
Roses today, fresh roses,
fresh-cut roses today
a rose for you sir,
the ladies like roses,
now is the time,
fresh roses sir.
And I’m waiting - for days and weeks and months
I’ve been waiting to see some flower seller,
one of those hawkers of roses,
I’ve been waiting to hear one of them calling,
A cabbage with every rose,
a good sweet cabbage with every rose,
a head of cabbage for soup or slaw or stew,
cabbage with the leaves folded over
and under like a miracle
and you can eat it and stand up and walk,
today and today only your last chance
a head of cabbage with every single lovely rose. And
any time and any day I hear a flower seller so calling
I shall be quick and I shall buy
two roses and two cabbages,
the roses for my lover
and the cabbages for little luckless me.
Or am I wrong - is love a rose you can buy and give away
and keep for yourself cabbages, my lord and master,
cabbages, kind sir?
I am asking, can you?
And it won’t help any, it won’t get us anywhere,
it won’t wipe away what has been
nor hold off what is to be,
if you hear me saying
love is a little white bird
and the flight of it so fast
you can’t see it
and you know it’s there
only by the faint whirr of its wings
and the hush song coming so low to your ears
you fear it might be silence
and you listen keen and you listen long
and you know it’s more than silence
for you get the hush song so lovely
it hurts and cuts into your heart
and what you want is to give more than you can get
and you’d like to write it but it can’t be written
and you’d like to sing it but you don’t dare try
because the little white bird sings it better than you can
so you listen and while you listen you pray
and after you pray you meditate, then pray more
and one day it’s as though a great slow wind
had washed you clean and strong inside and out
and another day it’s as though you had gone to sleep
in an early afternoon sunfall and your sleeping heart
dumb and cold as a round polished stone,
and the little white bird’s hush song
telling you nothing can harm you,
the days to come can weave in and weave out
and spin their fabrics and designs for you
and nothing can harm you -
unless you change yourself into a thing of harm
nothing can harm you.
* * *
The little white bird is my candidate
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
the little white bird you can’t see
though you can hear its hush song
and when you hear that hush song it’s love
and I’m ready to swear to it -
you can bring in a stack of affidavits
and I’ll swear to it and sign my name
to every last one, so help me God.
And if a fat bumbling shopworn court clerk tells me,
Hold up your hand, I’ll hold up my hand all right
and when he bumbles and mumbles to me like I was
one more witness it was work for him to give the oath to,
when he blabs, You do solemnly swear so help you God
that in this case you will tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth,
I’ll say to him, I do, and I’ll say to myself,
And no thanks to you and you could be more immaculate
with the name of God.
I am done.
I am finished.
I give you the little white bird -
and my thanks for your hearing me -
and my prayers for you,
my deep silent prayers.
What the hell with all of the damn hurricanes? There's, like, 90 more days left to the hurricane season, and we're already going to have had 2 in two weeks.
Jules, it's cool that you're so upbeat about it! You have so many directions you could go if your publishing deal doesn't work out, so it's still a "YAY YOU!" from me. :)
It's great news to hear that Wendy's okay and that things went as well as they could have given the conditions. Terrific news. :)
I think that might be it. Any more news on Frank's hand?
I haven't heard or read any thing else, Mustard. I think Elena or L one said his wrist was broken.
Poor Frank! That's what flailing around onstage will getchoo!
Oh! Oh! And check this out:
I am going to a PTO meeting tonight. LOL! Me? At a PTO meeting?
Why, you might ask?
To get my son a free homework pass.
I am the bestest mother in the whole wide world. ^_~
hi lucy, andrea, mustard, princess, anon with the sad love poem. (i thought it was sad anyway).
K sorry about the rejection. but don't give up. what will be will be and all that!
miranth! thank you so much for the update on wendy! that's such a relief!
poor frank with his broken wrist and shitty illness and antibiotics!! can't be fun!
elena safe journey and give *hugs* to anima from me!
Mayo you....
Nevermind.
._.
I am going to a PTO meeting tonight. LOL! Me? At a PTO meeting?
we call them PTA's princess and i have never been to one!
good on you!
O_O
Hiya FASC! Hiya Belle.!
Hello xI
Well, this will be my second one. The only other one I've been to was because LHM's class performed a little skit.
Gah. I hate these things.
I'm gonna slip in and sign my name and get the pass and slip back out.
Mission Impossible style.
Welp, gotta get back to work now. BOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mayo,
I'm still waiting on my castle in the clouds. Ya know, you were supposed to build me one. And feed me grapes and stuffs.
Later.
XOXO
I'm gonna slip in and sign my name and get the pass and slip back out.
Mission Impossible style.
haha i can just picture you!
hi belle!
And the super duper safe go-kart track where decapitation is physically impossible.
O_O
I know! Crazy.
Anyhoot, I hope Frank takes care of his hand, because that's srs biznazz, serious in his profession, 'cause whoa. I can't even imagine.
Smoke, have fun being stealthy tonight! *high fives LHM for not having to do homework*
FASC, great to see you! I hope you're doing well and that Mr. Bloke wasn't too unhappy yesterday! :)
Hello, Belle!
I'll be back a little later on! Have fun, guys!
seeya mustard!
mr bloke!.........well he's mister bloke. bless him!
Hi everyone, how are you?
Miranth, hiya sweetie. Thanks for mapping on the message from Wendy, give her my love please.
I'm glad you enjoyed the cake hahahah!
Andrea, sounds like you have been having fun. Good for you sweetie, I am quite envious.
K, sorry to hear about the rejection. At least they explained the situation and it wasn't an actual rejection of your work. Keep at it, you'll get there.
RW no green,
Mustard no brown,
YELLOW, YELLOW, YELLOW.
good morning
hi missT smoke belle fasc mustard
so glad that wendy got a message out, I knew she'd be ok but it is nice to know for sure
Hiya Ergo sweetie, how are you today?
hope that hurricane doesn't build more, or decides to head the other way, I've had enough concern for a few days!
Take care smike, sdock fim
and K shame about the rejection but it's hard to get accepted, keep trying
I'm good thanks missT how are you?
It's been raining here but looks fine today and it's friday! YAY
I'm good thanks Ergo.
I've still got 1hr 43mins till friday reaches me.
We had torrential rain yesterday. They have forecast rain for tomorrow but I hope it's not gonna be like that again.
Guys, thank you all! The publisher's in question was DAW. That's the license plate I kept seeing. It's so odd how I got the letter today, the day after talking to the woman at the medical college.
If the ms. had been accepted, I probably would not have bothered with college. I think that's why I kept seeing DAW: I had to submit it not so that it would be accepted, but so that it would be rejected!
Okay, I am for sure going back to school, universe! Really! ^_^
But I am also not going to quite sending the ms. out.
Next up: Edge/Tesseract!
Actually, next p is me going in the shower. But I mean, you know. After vaca, with the ms. and all.
OMG, that is one of the most subtle and retarded typos I've ever made. Actually, next p is me going in the shower.
Eww. I swear, I have never.
Good for you Dr Jules.
K pees in the shower, k pees in the shower.
We all saw it, you can't take it back hahahahaha!
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
K!! and you admitted it!!!!!
hahahaha
wow must be rain everywhere missT ours kinda come out of nowhere 9well it built up but it's been a very odd winter)
south of us has tarrential rain, they were concerned about flooding
have elena and the OP's headed home already?
tarrential rain is rain directed by Tarantino of course, it swears and threatens a lot
I think they have been to the first show and are headed to another but don't quote me on that.
Yeah Ergo, rain everywhere. I've just seen the weather report and it is gonna be torrential again and all day long too. I bet we'll have flooding.
LOL Ergo, I like that one.
I can't remember what they said now!Keeping track of bloglife and real life can get confusing!
Yeah yeah, LOL, everyone's a comedienne! ;)
hi ho hi ho it's off to another day with my delightful *cough* students I go!
well they aren't that bad, mostly just a couple I could happily swat a few times in a 30 min period ;)
bye!!
See you later Ergo, have fun.
ANTI-FLAG TONIGHT!!!!!
I'm going to be SO exhausted in the morning. >_<
Have a great time Amy.
Goodnight everyone.
Anyhoot, I hope Frank takes care of his hand, because that's srs biznazz, serious in his profession, 'cause whoa. I can't even imagine.
Mo co-workers and I have often debated the consequences of any of us injuring our hands, as use of our hands is an important part of how we make our living.
Use of our legs too, actually, now I come to think of it.
No, we're not pole dancers.
It's scary, RW. You can't risk doing something that pretty much puts your career and livelihood on the line.
True, Mustard. But on the other hand, how do you avoid it?
By the way, whatever's left of Hurricane Gustav is coming to Toronto tomorrow.
It won't be much, just some rain and maybe a thunderstorm, but it's enough of an air pressure change to have given me a migraine tonight :(
Meffing hurricanes!
You can't. Accidents happen, and issues come up, and it's pretty unavoidable.
I guess in cases like Frank's, it was entirely accidental, so he'll have to take further steps to ensure the health of his hand (sounds like he has a pet hand, LOL) after it heals some, pretty much like Bob did.
You and your coworkers would have to take precautionary measures to prevent things like that from happening. They make those wrist things, wrist wraps I guess? They're supposed to help.
Oh man, dude.
I just had the quickest onset of nausea hit me.
X_X
I hate being nauseous, and I'm so sorry you're having a headache!
I was thinking more along the lines of sewing over my hand. I've never done that, but most of the people I've worked with have sewn through their finger at some point. And one of my university friends actually had a machine needle snap in half & the pointy bit lodge in her eye.
I've got a nausea headache. I'm going to hit the shower & take some Neo Citrin, so at least I can sleep tonight.
Nothing else to do but wait for the storm to pass, I'm afraid.
Well, wassup? LHM gets to be homework free one night next week.
That's AWESOME, S&V! :D
Shower time, back in a bit...
OH MY GOD.
I COULD NOT POSSIBLY LOATHE BILL O'REILLY ANY MORE.
I WANT TO CHOKE HIM UNTIL HE'S DEAD.
I HATE HIM WITH ANY CORNER OF MY SOUL. HE IS A MISOGYNISTIC, STUPID, SNEERING, COKE-FIEND BITCH.
DIE.
I was waiting for Obama to come on and school him, but Obama's not there yet and it's just O'Reilly literally sneering at anyone who's not up McCain's ass, and I just want to kick his ugly, arrogant face in.
O_O
Hi Kapunua!
OH MY GOD, DIE.
Oh, hi Princess!
I'd ask you how you were but I think I already know. ^_~
I've sat through Karl Rove, O'Reilly and now Newt Goddamn Gingrich and I'm just about to punch someone.
Back :)
Damn, RW! I was coming to shower with you!
Be back in a bit!
Why are you doing that to yourself, K?
See ya, S&V :)
By the way, I used up all the soap!!
I am waiting for Obama to come on and school this psycho in class. I had to mute it while waiting or I was going to throw a brick at the TV.
When's Obama due to speak?
By the way, what did you think of Sarah Palin's speech?
Thyis makes me feel better.
Wednesday night on "The Daily Show," Jon Stewart hit Karl Rove and Bill O'Reilly with damning evidence of their hypocrisy regarding Vice Presidential nominee Sarah Palin.
While Rove recently praised Palin's experience as the mayor of Wasilla, Alaska, Stewart showed video of Rove trashing Virginia Governor — and former Richmond Mayor — Tim Kaine's executive experience, listing all the cities that are bigger than Richmond and calling such a pick "political."
Then, after recent video of O'Reilly describing Bristol Palin's pregnancy as a family issue, Stewart showed a clip of the Fox News host blaming Jamie Lynn Spears' parents for her teenage pregnancy.
Finally, after showing video of Dick Morris complaining about the rampant sexism in the media coverage of Sarah Palin, Stewart unveiled a clip of Morris saying that Hillary hides behind the sexism defense, and that anytime "the big boys" pick on Hillary, "she retreats behind the apron strings."
"In Dick Morris' defense," Stewart said, "he is a lying sack of sh*t."
LULZIES! ^_____^
In a few minutes, or at least so sneers O'Reilly.
RW, I didn't watch it; I have a very delicate psyche. ;)
Go, Jon! ^_^
I didn't watch it either (don't get any channels), but I heard about it on the radio today. She is, by all accounts, a charasmatic speaker. But, like Rove and O'Reilly, is full of contradictions.
Hiya Everyone!
Guess who I am with?!
Gerard?
No.
Frank?
No.
Elena?
YES!!!
Okay, I'm being silly. But Elena is here with me! Yay! And her daughter is out and about somewhere in St. Louis. What a brave soul.
Sad news is... she is heading back to Kansas tonight. :(
Hi, Anima! :)
Hi, Elena! :)
*waves*
I see Obama playing a conciliatory game that I just hate that he has to do. I know he has to but he knows he's playing it and I know he's playing it because so much of the rest of the country is a bunch of paranoid freaks, yes, holding onto their guns and bibles.
Grrrr.
I wish I could vote in the US election. I feel much more strongly about American politics than I usually do about Canadian ones.
Hi everyone
oh hell what a day. We almost got killed coming out of Chicago.
Flighty was driving and I have to admit she really did a great job avoiding the accident. Now I just have to find her and we need to take off again for home. Only about four more hours to go. I'm fucking tired.
I'll tell you all about what happened later.
Take care.....
Oh, hey Mayo.
Hi, Anima!
I am PREGNANT with Jon Stewarts logic-child.
Have a safe trip back, Elena :)
SO PREGNANT I DON'T JUST MISS MY PERIOD. I MISS MY APOSTROPHE.
Hi RW and Kapunua! Nice to see you!
Elena is forcing me to be on the blog. LOL!
So how was our anniversary? I see our host came by...but totally mia. No worries Mayo. We love ya.
That's pretty darned pregnant, K!
Well, we got a new post, which was nice.
I hope you and Elena had a good visit, Anima :)
And now, I must head to bed. Nursing a migraine >_<
Have a good night, all!
Flighty just made her way back. She's singing opera for Anima right now.
I'm never gonna get home but damn we're having fun.
Mayo,
Are you still sat at your table? Are you still singing or have you formed a duo?
Whatever you are doing, if you are singing, sing it loud and proud!!!
Hello everyone
*waves*
sorry that was me signed in as Anima.
Mayo, in a search for clarity in the midst of these painted mirrors, I have time-traveled. LOL @ me.
And still I say unto thee, WTF.
PICKLED POSSUM, ON THE MEFFING BALL! :D
i seezz youz PP :)
Are you still behind the bike sheds?
I'm not very mathy.
interesting.if you count back 300 days it leads to 10/07 which is the mothball post.
No, it goes back to Nov. 8th.
so you did count.just wanted to know.
I just now totally took this post in my own direction. And I can't even understand why.
:)
I see you counting over there, anon!
Try this. It's a day-counter. I totally googled "day counter" to find it.
LOL, 9:36. "I knew that! I was just testing you!"
I totally used a pen and piece of paper and my mad math skillz!
"Day Tripper" is in mah head now.
its fascinating, isnt it :)
Now, what is 175 days from now? hmmmmmmmmm yep, i have no clue :)
Actually, a day subtractor / adder could come in handy for future reference, too.
I WANT 300!
Shoots, and I got it at 9:42 totally not planned.
3
6
9
damn she fine!
TO DA WINDOOOOOOOOW!
To da walllllllll!
Whoop whoop!
Um, well, at first I kind of thought this post was about the blog, but now I think it's about the perspective of an artist living life on tour.
It is everything built to borrow/made of a moment or two or sorrow/with a roof pitched of tar and nicotine.
I know I'm not the only one to have read and reread the words of artists, of musicians, who "live out of suitcases" and sleep in a different city every night, being nomadic.
And everything good that is in between/that has taken three hundred days...
Normally, generally, tour cycles last 300 days. "We've been on tour 300 days out of the year, blah blah blah." It's normal.
That's pretty much the life, and it's unstable and scary and beautiful every night. But, that's just what I think. That's just where I took it, but that's where I take everything.
TA WATH.
Mustard,
Very cool take on it. :)
Da Rake's eyes are raining! AWWW!!!
Mayo,
Listen
Why? Cuz I said so. It's a nice song. Now, STFU and listen to it.
SS,
Gah! Miss you! Hope all is well with you, dude. ♥
Night BlogBelieve!!!
XOXO
Word.
Up.
Boo, Mustard.
A word for what?
What? Exactly...
Boo!
I'm trying to think of something extra witty to say, but nothing's happening.
We need PPU for quick wit, or perhaps, James Dewees.
Hi!
Not witty, but I have "American Pie" stuck in my head now.
Before that, it was that Paula Abdul song.
*waves to PPU and James*
I totally was rockin "Straight Up" on the way home from work and it made me think of Mayo. I dunno why. I'm like this should so be Mayo's song.
And that's precisely the one that's been stuck in my head for the past ten minutes.
Wow, you shouldn't have been trespassin' in my head, especially not with those "boots wit da spurs"!
Ouchie!
Bwuahaha, "boots wit da spurs." I kill myself with my utter inabilities.
Pretty much like that.
"utter inabilities"
How does this happen?!
I am going to forever sing "Get Low" with that lyric.
It's so much way better.
sometimes filtered through a painted haze
while holding breath without suffocation
there is love and hate, anguish and elation
This reminds me of photographs and how they capture certain emotions at distinct pinpoints in time.
I'm probably way off.
Yeah, I can totally see that. Especially with the "holding breath" part.
Anon, I sorta thought about that too, the painted haze thing.
I personally hate to look at myself in pictures. I try too hard and nothing real comes through.
I also thought of "rose colored glasses," filtered through a painted haze.
So, a year has passed, do you still "see" the same person you were a year ago?
Rose colored glasses, good one Mustard. Or sunglasses or fog, or liquor, or smoke.
Yeah Mustard, The "holding breath..." line made me think of how a picture holds a moment forever.
Hmmm, do I still see the same person? Yes and no. I can fool myself part of the time and then, boom someone can show me a picture of myself, and everything comes right back. I "see" me the same because I guess a lot of shit is still there.
Ooo, good question. That will take me a second.
RE: "painted haze"
Could also be stretched to mean hallucinogens or, like you said, liquor or, going down the road I took it, fog from fog machines.
Anon, absolutely. That's what I thought, too. And also, from a more elementary viewpoint, just holding your breath hoping the picture turned out okay.
I can't imagine having my every move documented, tagged, and saved, but at the same time, you have proof of a life lived. You can say, "Fuck yeah, I was there!"
I probably have less than 20 pictures of me over the last 5 years. And now, I feel like I don't know where I am because I can't see and look back on where I've been.
Does that make sense?
...do you still "see" the same person you were a year ago?
I can remember back a few months ago waking up so mad. I hadn't dreamed anything to make me that way, but when I woke up, I had words on replay in the back of my mind, and they were about mirrors. And I was mad that I felt the way I did about them and how they made me feel.
I say all of that to say, yes and no.
Remember how I one time said I sectioned everything off? There was this moment when everything changed, then there was the time before it and the time after it. I see myself in three stages, and a little piece of me is still stuck in all of them.
But, I can honestly say, I'm proud of where I've gotten, because there were times I was really, really unsure about everything.
But, yeah, when I look in the mirror, I still see everything I was, and I can still see things I'm not going to be. I think that's the way life goes though.
And a picture, just like a card or a letter, a song, or even a blog, can take you right back to that day.
You can close your eyes and remember exactly what you were feeling, what you said, what you wore, smell it, taste it.
And it can take you back to some pretty painful places.
Or my personal faves, the ones where you acted like a total jackass. Documented for you and the whole of mankind to go back and watch and see just what an idiot you were.
Yeah, I totally understand that concept, moreso through song rather than image, but they're both snapshots just the same.
I guess I should be sorta happy that I can't fake a great photo to save my life. Mymuckedupself comes shining right through...the dorkiness, the awkwardness, the closed eyes, the weird thing I do with my mouth, the way my hands always look like some alien being inhabited my body....yep, dat's me.
I'll tell you what, this place has helped me peel away the layers/facade and come face to face with myself. It's funny that through others I have gotten to know myself better.
It's forced me to take a long, hard look, I do know that. Not only having learned from these guys, but there's something ultra-awakening and ice-water-in-the-face about seeing the words. You can think it all day long, but when you see them? That's you, and I've had to deal with that. But, that's what's been so awesome.
Anon,
Yeah, it's done the same for me. For the past few years, I paid little to no attention to what I was trying to say to myself. I didn't listen, I didn't bother to look, and I forgot who I was. This place has reminded me of the good parts and some of the not so good ones, but still, it's been exactly what I needed.
You are what you write.
Nighty night.
Goodnight, Anonymous! Have a great evening. :)
Goodnight, anon.
BlogBelieve,
I'm off too! Gotta go at least give sleep a chance.
Mwah! Mwah!
Sweet dreams!
If I am what I write, does that make me a rambling hot twisted mess of babbling goodness?
I hope so!
I'm off to catch some Zzzzzz's.
Mayo,
I hope you're doing well! I'm all thought out tonight, so I'ma go recharge. See you around, dude.
SS,
*throws fifty gazillion Scooby Doo episodes in your direction*
Later! ;)
Goodnight, everybody.
Mayo,
Where?
And what word?
And do you still see yourself in exactly the same way? Would yourself still smirk at you? Would he sing with you? Would he sit down and talk to you?
What the hell? Questions are like paper airplanes...some of em might hit a target, some of em might crash land, some might fail miserably to get off the ground and others might take flight and never come down.
What? See how easy that was.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. And some might come right back to me.
Lewis you constantly give yourself away.
Goodnight solly, mustard.
Hello to anyone here
Good night everyone/ Mayo.
Sweet Dreams. ;)
XoxO
Since when did SS's profile thing say "Consider the source"?
*random question*
A few days, I think? And hey PH!
Hey Carrie! <3
Thanks for answering! I was confuzzled a bit!
I was just about to go straighten my hair, but my sister is in the shower with her boyfriend, so I can't get my straightener, and that is a totally disgusting thought right now.
*PH is a little disturbed*
Ewwwwwnessss! Sorry. :( I mean, good that they are getting along and all, but yeah.
I know what you mean.
I'm a little scarred actually.
>.<
And why are you straightening your hair this time of night, or am I all mixed up on time zones?
hello everyone.
Hey Tj! I think "everyone" is pretty limited at this point in time. :)
Goodnight Belle.
Hi TJ, Carrie, Grasshopper.
so it seems, carrie.
how are you?
hello, bc. do you start a new job soon? i can't remember...
I may be too late. Has everyone left?
Hiya TJ, Paper♥s, BC, Carrie, [nite Solly and Mustard]; Sorry I stepped away Kapunua and RW. Elena had to leave. :( Her daughter...what an amazing young woman. I wished they could have stayed. Oh well - Hey at least I got to hug Elena. Love it.
So right now I am making a CD. I alway start on projects I can't finish...I still owe Elena (TJ too!) pics from our trip together [phone broke, still working on that; I suck at following though], but now I have diverted my attention to female singers. Decided to make a compliation for her daughter. Will I finish it?! Damn, I hope so. Elena was not kidding (not that she would!)...her daughter's voice gives me chills. I was truly in shock.
Hi TJ :)
I got my interviewd done with, but I have to wait until they call and they'll let me know if I got the job or not.
Hi anima *hugs*
Umm, and a side note. I am so sad that I did not get to see Reggie in Chicago. [Leathermouth, I think there will be other opportunities, so I'm not worried. But I will never see Reggie live. :( That sucks.]
hi anima -- her daughter really does have an amazing voice, doesn't she?
*HUGS* to you BC. :)
i have my fingers crossed for you, bc. :)
*squeezes TJ*
Yes she does. And her voice is so powerful. I was quite amazed.
BC, catch me up. What are you interviewing for?
Aw thanks for the hugs Anima. Thanks TJ :)
Hey! More peeples! I was writing my old college roommate, I got an email from her and her life has kinda turned to poo so I was trying to rah rah her.
Anima, I had this job interview yesterday. They're hiring for sales associates helping with Halloween stuff at this really cool store.
I'm expecting a call. I hope I get it.
BC, that is really great news! Keep us posted. I am sure you will get it. :)
Carrie, nice to see you! Nothing like connecting with an old friend. Kinda weird, kinda good. I'm not sure if I could be in a 'rah, rah' mood. Good for you!
*falls down dead*
My reply was way too late. Typical.
TJ?! Don't do that to me. ;)
Hey Anima, nice to see you too! Yeah, she was my freshman college roommate, and I have always been soooo jeluz of her because she is thin and beautiful. But, at the end of the day, I think I might be happier than her. :) It's just kind of teaching me a lesson about life.
hello
*gets up off the floor*
ok. i'm gonna zombie off for some coffee.
back as quick as i can shamble.
Is it true that Kapunua and Sdock met in real life because of this blog? I don't know if I understood that right.
If so that is truly amazing. You are wonderful women and I hope you have found friendship in each other that goes outside of the blog.
Awww, Carrie, I hear you. The only thing I want to say, don't try to put yourself against a 'standard' or a perceived 'standard' (not that you are). It is great at the end of the day to consider yourself-makes me feel selfish, but oh well. ;) It is amazing how much we can learn from each other, even our foes back in the day. I think we have all truly grown when we can look back and know that through all the good and bad, in some way we were taught or realized many lessons.
I am babbling... Damnit, I hate when that happens.
I have not been around in a long time so its no point in trying to catch up. I hope you, meaning all of the lovelies and all of your families are doing OK.
*shambles back*
hello ergo. how's your day going?
Hi SWA, nice to see you. ♥
Yeah, Anima, I know with my brain and all, about the comparing, but it's still hard to make it stop. And I like your babbling! And anon, they haven't met yet, but they are going to soon. But there are many people here who have formed relationships because of this blog, and that's wicked awesome.
Hello Anima how are you? Hope you are good.
hello carrie anima TJ
hi swa I don't know, I suppose so
I hope I get to meet up with a few people one day, I need to save my pennies for plane flights though!
hi anon, they are well thanks, are your friends and family well also?
Hi Carrie, I think thats incredible if friendships have formed outside of the blog.
Hi Anon, very nice of you. Wishing you the same.
actually, kapunua and sdock have yet to meet -- they're planning it.
but me and anima and elena and the op's have met, and sdock and smoke and fimble star have met, and miss t and dei gratia have met.
i think that's all.
so far. :)
Hi Ergoproxy, I hope you get to meet some blog people in the real life too. Oh by the way.... am SWA just not writing the name in.
Hi Toujours, that is so amazing, I hope you all had a good time. And to Sdock and Kapunua I hope you will have a good time. Actually I know you will find friendship in each other when you do meet.
Yes, anon, they definitely have. Some are keepers, some are not, just like real life. Or "meat space" or whatever. You just gotta roll with it, I guess.
sorry, hello anon. :)
also, vm and i have met -- and i feel like i'm missing someone from the st. louis show. anima, wasn't there six of us? who have i inexcusably forgotten?
it is pretty amazing, when you think about it, swa. the friendships formed here online have turned out to be a solid foundation for friendships out in the real world, too.
Thanks Carrie! You know it all. I feel you. Comparing is so self-defeating. It only makes me feel like crap. We all have our circumstances...it creates quite a scenerio. Just be good with yourself (takes a while!) and don't compare. I find that is sucks the life out of me.
I"m sorry that reading back it looks as if Mayo did not walk among you on the anniversary.
Happy anniversary anyway lovelies. I have always liked reading your thoughts and words and friendships and I always will. Every time I get a chance.
I'm glad this blog is still here.
Good night lovelies!
going nicely thanks Tj especially as a love
POETS fridays!
TJ, I think you got it all. I do miss VM. :(
So it's Miss T and D.G; Elena, TJ, Jen, Lisa, Anima, VM; Solly, Princess, Fimblenina. Is that it?
oh I was wondering if you were swa
I hope to meet but I have had lovely exchanging gifts with a few people.
Some day we'll cross the ocean one way or another!
nice to see you and have a lovely weekend
Anon, thank you. Mayo, well I'm sure he has some things to attend to. Never know? I am just thankful that I can come back by and feel at home. I love it here. I really do. ;)
I still think we should have a Mayo convention. I would so travel for that shit, and I HATE to travel.
good night swa, thanks for stopping by!
ergo, love poets friday? is that a national holiday, or just your own preference? :)
anima, i think that's right -- i just felt there were four of us standing there at the front for some reason. (man, i miss that night! i think i could re-live it for forever. *sigh*)
Carrie, do you think Mayo would hang out with us?
Nah I don't think so either.
I hope someday we can all meet up. I would hug you all so tight!
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