Monday, June 30, 2003

My mood ring is green, it was dark blue this morning and amber this afternoon. I'm still trying to figure out what the colors mean. Of course its all regulated by my internal heat but what is causing my internal heat to change....I should have read the coder sheet before I left the store. OH well I'll figure it out, its only been day one of the mood ring. If anyone knows about what the colors mean please shoot me an email.

I've been thinking a lot about the people in my life and who is important and what is important. Of course I have my immediate people and things of importance. There are the day-to-day things I need to do to keep my life in order and I do them, grudgingly, which is probably why my life always feels like it is on the verge of chaos (and sometimes I wish it would) Then there are all the other things that are important, family and friends. Actually those are the three primary things of importance not necessarily in order: work, family & friends, well actually that is in the right order and that is part of the problem. Isn't there more to life than that? Shouldn't I be doing more? Why do I feel like my life lacks importance? These are hypothical of course, questions I ask myself constantly. Does anyone feel content, is there something I'm missing? What AM I searching for? Is it someone or something or someplace?

Now my mood ring is amber.

Monday, June 23, 2003

"Writer's block is the temporary paralysis caused by the conviction, on an unconscious level,
that what the writer is attempting is in some way fraudulent, or mistaken, or self-destructive."

- novelist Joyce Carol Oates

Monday, June 16, 2003

i have plenty of time...

80 Year Old Woman Pregnant

When Khurshid Bibi, 80, felt pain in her abdomen, she visited Doctor Fatima Suraiya. Suraiya gave her an ultrasound and found that the woman was four months pregnant.
When Bibi found out, she worried about what she would tell her family, not to mention being surprised by the pregnancy. Her and her husband only have one child, a daughter that was born a year after they married in 1950.

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

so I'm sitting here thinking, time to add something new to the site, something that you will find interesting. I think I'll tell you what this site means, what purpose it serves. I wasn't sure at first, but I have been thinking about it's theme lately and have come to this. each day I wake up, my mood is different. within that day, each hour my mood is different. all of these mood changes that take place inside of me are subtle, I usually don't express them. Therefore, the information on this site, blog whatever we are calling it is reflective of my mood on that day at that time. Sometimes funny, sometimes thoughful, philosophical, sarcastic - you get the idea. i've decided that i'm going to start my adventure of adding some personal tidbits such as this, although i'm a bit shy about writing personal thoughts when I have no idea who is reading them. so bare with me, or is it bear with i'm going to start adding my own personal thoughts to the world wide web. baby steps, baby steps. and feel free to send me an email if you'd like to know my random thoughts on any subject in particular and i'll address them here. i'm going to try to keep it light as life is too serious to be too serious.

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

You were drinking a Slim Fast, I was playing the Tuba.

You thought I was a street preformer and threw a quarter into my tuba. I yelled and then laughed. I said I thought you were'nt fat. You explained you were not drinking the delicious nutrisious Slim Fast brand Dietary drink because you thought you were fat , but because the unique blend of vanilla and vitamins and minerals in a delicious nutrisious Slim Fast brand Dietary drink stopped 'Them' from being able to find you. I called you a fat , crazy bitch and you kicked me in my tuba, OUCH, and ran off...who are you I can't get you out of my head. I was wrong about you being crazy because after you ran off..."they" followed you in a black sedan. call me :

Dead gopher, wrapped in porn.

Friday night at Dr. Bombay's, a night like any other Friday night at Dr. Bombay's. Bouncy DJ playing 80's music, sullen tiny lesbian playing pool with her gawky date, overdressed couple swatting at the pinball machine.

Our party was winding down, most had left, and the birthday girl was getting tired. You all burst in, full of energy and liquor and noise. For reasons I still don't totally understand, you were tearing up a porn magazine, and sticking bits of it onto the walls while your drinks were ordered.

You sat at the table next to us, giggling and shrieking and generally being obnoxious, which was fine for a Friday night at Dr Bombay's (a night like any other Friday night at Dr. Bombay's). Until I saw it.

A tube, made up of a page or two of the remains of the porn mag, the only whole pages left, as best I can tell, besides the close-up-shaved-beaver montage that the cute blonde girl had pinned to her chest; a tube, with tiny animal feet sticking out of one end. I leaned over to your table, "What's that?"

One of you unrolled the tube, revealing the remains of the poor creature, a small, dead gopher, wrapped in porn, and somehow turned into the mascot of your Friday night at Dr. Bombay's (you know the drill). What was the meaning? Why had you decided to bring your cat's fresh kill out drinking? Was there something deeper going on that I simply didn't understand in my end-of-evening haze? Did I miss that it was 'Bring Your Own Dead Rodent' night?

All of these questions were churning around in my head in a kind of inchoate muddle, when the rest of my party, mumbling things about how late it was getting, and whether we could all fit in a cab, and shouldn't someone call the health department, bundled me up and we all wandered out the door.

My last glance back at your table left me with two impressions -- the really drunk girl with the crotch photos pinned to her chest was, in fact, pretty cute, and the guy across the table from her was, in fact, swinging by the tail, a dead gopher, wrapped in porn.

Random News

...and in York, Pa., trial is nearing for Matthew Turner, 22, who was arrested last year after pursuing a man for his adrenal gland, which he thought would bring a week-long high if licked or eaten; allegedly, he had stabbed the man in the side, and when the man escaped, Turner chased him relentlessly through town, knife drawn, until police caught him. [Daily Telegraph, 4-10-03] [York Daily Record, 4-30-03]