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| Putting the FUN back in DysFUNctional |
[10 Jun 2005|08:31pm] |
There is a reason I am the way that I am. Two reasons, actually.
Their names are Doug and Michele.
I just walked into my parent's room to find my mother lying on the bed in pink pants, shining a lime green flashlight at the ceiling, looking for ants. Next to her on the window sill, was a relish jar filled with ants she's been collecting. After I noticed this and mentioned it, my father came over and picked up the jar, to my mother's dismay. "No, Doug! What are you doing with them?"
"This is cruel. They're suffering. I'm going to let them out."
My mother's face went red with horror and alarm. "No, I neeeed them!"
"They're suffocating! It's mean."
"No! I've been giving them air! I need them for the exterminator! So I can show him what kind we have!"
"They're just going to die! Look they're dying! I'm going to let them out."
"No, they're not! Look! That one with the wings has been in there for a week and a half! It's thriving!"
By the time this exchange was finished, I was writhing with laughter on the floor. As soon as I could stop laughing long enough to speak, I declared my intent to record this incident in my blog. As I left the room, I heard my mother say, "What's going to happen is as soon as I leave, I'll find an ant on my bed and I won't know where it came from"
Then she yelped, "You see! Look! Where did it come from? I was staring at the ceiling the whole time! Look! Doug! I need help with this!"
"Yes, you do," was the reply.
"I'm not going crazy! Do you see any on the floor?"
"I'm not getting involved in this."
"Doug!"
The fact that this is a normal evening for my family says more than I ever could.
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[30 Apr 2005|11:40am] |
I am:
106%
Republican. | "The only way left to save the democratic ideals of the Founders is to overthrow the elected administration in a patriotic revolution!" |
Are You A Republican?
I think it was my answer to this question that put me over the top:
1) A woman's place is:
in the home.
in the home, but sometimes you need a second income and she has to work.
in an office, hopefully a corner office.
in the House. And the Senate.
at my feet, screaming for mercy.
towering over me with her spike heels digging cruelly into my bleeding back.
with her sisters, working and raising strong womynchildren.
in a House, such as Madame Kitty's Home for Wayward Girls (gentlemen visitors welcome).
A cookie for whoever guesses my answer correctly.
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[07 Mar 2005|09:33am] |
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music |
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Mad at Gravity-Stay (acoustic) |
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I really should update this...but I don't really have the energy to delve into my inner workings at this moment.
I'm quite tired and my neck hurts. A lot.
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| Caveat Empor |
[16 Feb 2005|01:24am] |
I could tell the truth.
I have the opportunity right here to slice through the tissues of prevarication that cover me complete, and expose the meat of myself, the bare bones of who and what I really am.
I could let you know me...
...but where's the fun in that?
You like me this way...
...and I like you better for liking me this way.
For believing me.
For believing in me.
Without you, I am nothing.
And without me, you are empty.
So, parasite to parasite, I say:
Sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and enjoy the ride.
This is what you want.
This is what you get.
Take it.
.or.
Leave it.
Remember, a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down...
...and I have a honey tongue.
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| The Extent of Your Knowledge |
[05 Feb 2005|02:03pm] |
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Seven Mary Three-Hypocrisy |
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Val Voila: i think, at this time in our lives, everyone really needs to look out for themselves
Val Voila: and i think you have a personality that needs people who adore you
Killedkitty: That is very true...so?
Val Voila: but those kind of people don't really give a lot back, besides ego boosts
Val Voila: so i feel like you probably detach easily from people because, in so many ways, you're not that attached in the first place
Killedkitty: Exactly
Val Voila: unless they rope you in, tie you up & vivisect you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear
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| You were always this way |
[10 Nov 2004|01:50pm] |
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Abandoned Pools-seed |
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...she was dead on the floor again.
Once more,
my shocked hand was falling to my side,
nerveless fingers ignorant
of malignant metal clattering to the floor.
Once more,
my eyes were following the cold sound of metal on wood,
and lingering on the black isthmuses flowing from
behind your hair and
spreading into the sea of hardwood where you lay.
Once more,
I could see the distant smile on your lips
where I left it
and I could feel the chill of blue-metal on my tongue
and I could hear--
...she is dead on the floor again.
(first draft-today)
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