"I am, doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs
... yeah they really want you, they really want you, but I do too.
I want to be the girl with the most cake!
... and someday, you will ache like I ache"
Doll Parts, Hole
I thought I sold this CD to Newbury Comics for student loan money way back when. Ah, good times! Well, my hair is back to a respectable color. Not my real color, but at least I won't be mistaken for a hooker anytime soon, if that's a good thing
It's a dark brownish-goldish-reddish tone, if that helps HAHAHA
I was walking outside late last night to put out my trash and my downstairs neighbor was on the front steps. Bill's 39; he cooks, gardens, and absolutely loves his dog. My soon-to-be-divorced friend is itching to capture him, and I'll probably set them up as soon as she's legally free. Bill and I have become like brother and sister over the past year. There's no sexual tension there at all, and I know that as sensitive as he appears, he would bash the hell out of anyone who tried to break into my apartment. Bonus all over. In any case, I sat down and bummed a cigarette off of him and he asked me if I knew the next door neighbor (Trap Talker). I thought it was ironic he was asking, since I had just written about him that day. The funny thing is, he told me he is freaked out about how Trap Talker keeps cornering him and forcing his conversation. Bill is ready to go postal on the guy. We will have to watch each other's backs from now on.
Otherwise, life is uneventful but good. I ate another apple, and this one was 'organic' (or so the gigantic pink sticker shouted) and I have to say, it was much better than the New Zealand mushy one. I feel inspired to write and produce a new Saturday morning PSA, 80's style, featuring Timer singing about the joys of avoiding pesticides! A hanka for a hunka cheese! From cows without antibiotics or hormones, that is! Am I the only one who remembers these PSAs from the 80's? Because if I am the only one to experience extraordinary dissapointment in a failed attempt to make Sunshine on a Stick! (also know as orange Kool-Aid frozen in an ice-cube tray with toothpicks sticking out) at the age of 8, I will be sad.
The damn cubes would slide right off the toothpick two seconds after they left the freezer, and then all you had was an orange blob in your lap and a sticky bathing suit. No wonder my mom stocked up on Flav-o-ice.
Be safe, all. No broken bones this weekend, K?
ps:
to the one with the 70 SPF sunscreen
... yeah they really want you, they really want you, but I do too.
I want to be the girl with the most cake!
... and someday, you will ache like I ache"
Doll Parts, Hole
I thought I sold this CD to Newbury Comics for student loan money way back when. Ah, good times! Well, my hair is back to a respectable color. Not my real color, but at least I won't be mistaken for a hooker anytime soon, if that's a good thing
It's a dark brownish-goldish-reddish tone, if that helps HAHAHA
I was walking outside late last night to put out my trash and my downstairs neighbor was on the front steps. Bill's 39; he cooks, gardens, and absolutely loves his dog. My soon-to-be-divorced friend is itching to capture him, and I'll probably set them up as soon as she's legally free. Bill and I have become like brother and sister over the past year. There's no sexual tension there at all, and I know that as sensitive as he appears, he would bash the hell out of anyone who tried to break into my apartment. Bonus all over. In any case, I sat down and bummed a cigarette off of him and he asked me if I knew the next door neighbor (Trap Talker). I thought it was ironic he was asking, since I had just written about him that day. The funny thing is, he told me he is freaked out about how Trap Talker keeps cornering him and forcing his conversation. Bill is ready to go postal on the guy. We will have to watch each other's backs from now on.
Otherwise, life is uneventful but good. I ate another apple, and this one was 'organic' (or so the gigantic pink sticker shouted) and I have to say, it was much better than the New Zealand mushy one. I feel inspired to write and produce a new Saturday morning PSA, 80's style, featuring Timer singing about the joys of avoiding pesticides! A hanka for a hunka cheese! From cows without antibiotics or hormones, that is! Am I the only one who remembers these PSAs from the 80's? Because if I am the only one to experience extraordinary dissapointment in a failed attempt to make Sunshine on a Stick! (also know as orange Kool-Aid frozen in an ice-cube tray with toothpicks sticking out) at the age of 8, I will be sad.
The damn cubes would slide right off the toothpick two seconds after they left the freezer, and then all you had was an orange blob in your lap and a sticky bathing suit. No wonder my mom stocked up on Flav-o-ice.
Be safe, all. No broken bones this weekend, K?
ps:
to the one with the 70 SPF sunscreen VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
I remember Timer (although, until this day, I never knew his name was "Timer") from the 80s - he might have been in the 70s, too, but I distinctly remember him from the 80s.
And looking back now, at the Public Service Announcements of my youth and the fucked up characters therein, I feel a sense of understanding for my poor state of mental health of my generation.
You said it! The Generation X crowd finally has a scapegoat: the twisted PSAs fromour youth. If I'm ever on trial, that will be my diminished mental capacity defense.