well, well, well...
i guess ill try to whip an interesting post. it's sunday. i went to this german festival today. woo. my boyfriend is obsessed with tracking down ethnic events and spending way too much time buying things like schnitzel and strudel. i had fun though.
west baltimore is getting worse by the minute. i haven't been to the particular neighborhood that the german festival was located in in quite a while. man, this city needs to get it's shit together. the entire area, the area off of MLK blvd, right before 395 (if you take a right onto washington blvd) is a shit hole. people are living in abject poverty right under the nose of martin o'malley, dickhead erlich and fuckhead bush. i swear to god sometimes baltimore makes me want to cry. it's a sad sorry excuse for an urban center. when 2/3 of a city's housing is section 8 (i'm not so sure if that's an exaggeration, but let's just say that most of it's legally unlivable) then how can we call it anyone's 'home'? it's just the place that a large number of people are forced to live because they cannot afford to live anywhere else.
okay...enough with my half-assed rant.
in more important news, i cannot decided whether to get pierced or tattooed. it's not that im exactly wavering between permanently scarring myself or only temporarily puncturing myself, (as in this is not a moral or aesthetic matter) rather, i can't decide what mood i'm in. to me, a tattoo would need to be reserved for my more contemplative, 'i want to change myself today', kind of moods. a piercing? an 'oh fuck it, let's get galvanized' sort of 'tude. i want my nipples done if i get pierced.
okay, this is starting to get random but so am i so i leave you with a poem. there's an anglo-saxon poem called "the cuckoo song," which is about spring coming and all of its joys, and ezra pound wrote a parody of it expressing his love of winter:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
i guess ill try to whip an interesting post. it's sunday. i went to this german festival today. woo. my boyfriend is obsessed with tracking down ethnic events and spending way too much time buying things like schnitzel and strudel. i had fun though.
west baltimore is getting worse by the minute. i haven't been to the particular neighborhood that the german festival was located in in quite a while. man, this city needs to get it's shit together. the entire area, the area off of MLK blvd, right before 395 (if you take a right onto washington blvd) is a shit hole. people are living in abject poverty right under the nose of martin o'malley, dickhead erlich and fuckhead bush. i swear to god sometimes baltimore makes me want to cry. it's a sad sorry excuse for an urban center. when 2/3 of a city's housing is section 8 (i'm not so sure if that's an exaggeration, but let's just say that most of it's legally unlivable) then how can we call it anyone's 'home'? it's just the place that a large number of people are forced to live because they cannot afford to live anywhere else.
okay...enough with my half-assed rant.
in more important news, i cannot decided whether to get pierced or tattooed. it's not that im exactly wavering between permanently scarring myself or only temporarily puncturing myself, (as in this is not a moral or aesthetic matter) rather, i can't decide what mood i'm in. to me, a tattoo would need to be reserved for my more contemplative, 'i want to change myself today', kind of moods. a piercing? an 'oh fuck it, let's get galvanized' sort of 'tude. i want my nipples done if i get pierced.
okay, this is starting to get random but so am i so i leave you with a poem. there's an anglo-saxon poem called "the cuckoo song," which is about spring coming and all of its joys, and ezra pound wrote a parody of it expressing his love of winter:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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thefuckoffkid:
Much insistence on the boards that it is in fact a pummelo. Not a lime. Your instincts were right and I'm happy to have helped. 
lilmissmorbid:
Have a titalating Tuesday!