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i forgot to tell you - this entry had me cracking up. sorry about the dryer though. when life gets me down, i just think about parasols!



actually, i probably think about parasols far more than is healthy for a woman of my age living in this time... ah fuck it. i love 'em. i also love umbrellas!

My mommy gives me hard brown rocks too - and she hardly EVER shares her sandwiches! Ok, she gives me the edge with maybe a shred of ham inside.... Me likes the mustard! She was nice tonight and gave me lots of gristle from the spicy things she and daddy were eating. Then she even let me lick the pan. Then I needed to lick the blue cheese bowl - A LOT! Then I decided it was time for us to go to bed so I stood and looked at them and then at the stairs and then back at them... But they didn't seem to get it so I had to fucking walk over to them and nudge.

I brought my baby to bed with me. I put a hole in it's tail. I don't have a tail and so neither should it! I know mommy will sew it up - she always does. Maybe she'll get the hint that it should be small, like mine! Hehehe - It's so great getting to finally play with this thing. I get mad at mommy for playing with it so much, but now I understand why. I can tell you all the unhappy or happy things that happen! Time for sleep... (and maybe I take more stuffing out of baby's tail!)

Maitreya the Maity Ray-a-Light

i have something to say - and i meant to say it earlier, but didn't quite have the chance.

Thank YOU.

Thank you for your name suggestion. That is such a great idea! I didn't care that it was long and on my comments, who cares. Just thanks for taking the time and looking that up. I having been working a lot but promise to get back to your e-mail sometime tonight. Take care.

i had to write it. i posted it for all the fucking underworld to see. i had to. i had to get it out. and now i'm nothing. but i know i'm nothing so that means i'm something... and that the something will grow and later i will be something again. i think. i have been and always will be a fuck doll.

dammit man, that made me cry. it wasn't good to hear it. or see it. it was painful. why? it's true. why does the truth so often hurt?

you're a leo-tard. you know, if you hadn't written about the "title wave" i'd be utterly lost in a fit of post-blacksheep depression.

You are right the Smiths fucking rule. I hope your cat is ok. Wish you were closer or I would tell you to come see me. SO tell me what the story behind Tiamat is?

(smile) it will be nice to hear another story of Tiamat from someone else this time....

i would really like to make it so you never ever feel abandoned again. that would be a pretty special power if i could harness it.

i check my mailbox each day.

I cannot believe there's no comment here.

i too am shocked.

i hope you are sleeping deep and dreaming sweet. have you decided what you'll do this weekend?

i really want to know what Bigfoot and Chewbacca would do.... dance? sing? and if they were to fight, who would win? Chewie... he had guns. duh. ok, i thought through that one on my own.

she still burns. sleep is not coming to me. i'll think about spending the night on a frozen tundra inside the dead Tonton i opened to keep warm. that should do it, shouldn't it? but what if i think of Princess Lea??? royally screwed. ugh. help! i can't turn my head off. it's like the uber spyware i seem to have contracted. intractable. "you leave me here burning in this desert without you" gotta love Sarah. yup, i'm just babbling and not even the contents of my soul are involved. just random thoughts and bits of song. like "your fingernails go dragging down the wall, be careful darling you might fall." do you like the Elvis Costello?

There you are!

i would tell you about the picture if i knew anything about it. i can't remember when i found it. i obviously saved it. i was looking through some images i've kept and that one seemed to express everything i could possibly attempt to put words to, and some things i simply cannot.

i don't like the way i feel right now.