Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my breath
Will I find something in that?
So give me just what I need: another reason to bleed
One by one hidden up my sleeve
-Foo Fighters All My Life
Sttrrreeetch! Ugh, it's early. I am trying to ease back into a regular sleeping schedule in preparation for work next week. So far, it sucks.
I have decided (at least for the time being) that Depeche Modes Violator is one of the greatest masterpieces ever recorded. This came to me recently, after watching a slinky dark-haired female bartender karaoke Policy of Truth in the most fascinating way. Now I am quite taken with the entire CD, as Im sure you can imagine. Lift up the receiver, Ill make you a believer! On a related topic, I am hoping to score an I-Pod soon, if only so that I can get really high, listen to that CD, and reenact the masturbation scene in High Tension. Lets face it, Im really only applying for a passport so that I can stalk Cecile de France and play connect the dots with her piercings.
In other news, I have made the decision to give up smoking for good now. Inspiration came upon me when a friend of mines sister dropped dead of a heart attack last week at the age of 43; she wasnt even a smoker! So, her medical history aside, I have come to the conclusion that life is too short for me to shorten it even more so. I am not going to go the patch route because a) they are creepy, I dont care how excitedly orgasmic the people on the commercials seem, and b) its really more of an oral-fixation thing for me than anything else. I hate lollipops, and unfortunately, we live in straw-sparse times, my friends, no matter what the 7-11 Big Gulps tell you. So I will have to find something else to stick in my mouth for a while. (I could make a very un-ladylike comment here, but youre all thinking it, so why bother!). My quit time is Labor Day weekend, and it will totally blow (okay, pun intended there
) since Jen, Worlds Greatest Lesbian (yes, I do have to include her alias with every mention), is a 2-pack-a-day-er, and her new girlfriend is a reefer-fiend. The last time I attempted to quit was the last time I had sex, which, as many of you remember, was eons ago. Speaking of fond memories, I am now embracing my born-again virgin status. If you cant beat it, join it, right? Of course, when I have reached the full-year mark, I will be throwing myself into a volcano in sacrifice.
Remember kids, mayonnaise is your friend unless it has been in the sun for five hours. Then its a hallucinogen. Okay, off to the doctor for my yearly stirrup ride, yeehaw! Wow, too much information there. Then its to The Moan and Dove for opening time! Dont check me into Betty Ford yet: Im the designated driver this time around. Of course, after sitting at a bar for hours sober with a bunch of drunken male pals, I will be sure to come home and pour tequila straight down my throat. Expect a slurred and disorientated comment on your journal soon.
I might wait for you to look for me and then I might be gone
Where I come from and where I'm going: I am lost in between
I might go up to that phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on your machine
And you'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before:
The one where I surprise you by showing up at your front door
Saying 'let's not ask what's next, or how, or why'
I am leaving in the morning, so let's not be shy
-Ani DeFranco, Shy
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my breath
Will I find something in that?
So give me just what I need: another reason to bleed
One by one hidden up my sleeve
-Foo Fighters All My Life
Sttrrreeetch! Ugh, it's early. I am trying to ease back into a regular sleeping schedule in preparation for work next week. So far, it sucks.
I have decided (at least for the time being) that Depeche Modes Violator is one of the greatest masterpieces ever recorded. This came to me recently, after watching a slinky dark-haired female bartender karaoke Policy of Truth in the most fascinating way. Now I am quite taken with the entire CD, as Im sure you can imagine. Lift up the receiver, Ill make you a believer! On a related topic, I am hoping to score an I-Pod soon, if only so that I can get really high, listen to that CD, and reenact the masturbation scene in High Tension. Lets face it, Im really only applying for a passport so that I can stalk Cecile de France and play connect the dots with her piercings.
In other news, I have made the decision to give up smoking for good now. Inspiration came upon me when a friend of mines sister dropped dead of a heart attack last week at the age of 43; she wasnt even a smoker! So, her medical history aside, I have come to the conclusion that life is too short for me to shorten it even more so. I am not going to go the patch route because a) they are creepy, I dont care how excitedly orgasmic the people on the commercials seem, and b) its really more of an oral-fixation thing for me than anything else. I hate lollipops, and unfortunately, we live in straw-sparse times, my friends, no matter what the 7-11 Big Gulps tell you. So I will have to find something else to stick in my mouth for a while. (I could make a very un-ladylike comment here, but youre all thinking it, so why bother!). My quit time is Labor Day weekend, and it will totally blow (okay, pun intended there
) since Jen, Worlds Greatest Lesbian (yes, I do have to include her alias with every mention), is a 2-pack-a-day-er, and her new girlfriend is a reefer-fiend. The last time I attempted to quit was the last time I had sex, which, as many of you remember, was eons ago. Speaking of fond memories, I am now embracing my born-again virgin status. If you cant beat it, join it, right? Of course, when I have reached the full-year mark, I will be throwing myself into a volcano in sacrifice.
Remember kids, mayonnaise is your friend unless it has been in the sun for five hours. Then its a hallucinogen. Okay, off to the doctor for my yearly stirrup ride, yeehaw! Wow, too much information there. Then its to The Moan and Dove for opening time! Dont check me into Betty Ford yet: Im the designated driver this time around. Of course, after sitting at a bar for hours sober with a bunch of drunken male pals, I will be sure to come home and pour tequila straight down my throat. Expect a slurred and disorientated comment on your journal soon.
I might wait for you to look for me and then I might be gone
Where I come from and where I'm going: I am lost in between
I might go up to that phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on your machine
And you'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before:
The one where I surprise you by showing up at your front door
Saying 'let's not ask what's next, or how, or why'
I am leaving in the morning, so let's not be shy
-Ani DeFranco, Shy
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I'd offer to help buuuut...that would be taken the wrong way.
Have fun tonight and be safe.