Quote of the Day
I made the decision to quit show business. Give up the skintight dresses and manicured smiles. The false concern over sentimental lyrics. I would never again work to make people smile inanely and would take on the responsibility of making them think. – Maya Angelou
Month: February 2001
New Subscriber
I’ll be damned! (yeah, I know … I already am)
The latest on the swirlers list is litboiler, who comes to us from Indiana. He is an attractive guy, (I’m allowed to say that) who includes bellybutton lint weaving in his list of official hobbies. *raises eyebrows* His drunken blogs make for some interesting reading, too. 😉
Signs This Is G:-Ping To Be A Bad Day
You wake up ten minutes after your first class starts …
You forget to eat breakfast after you have taken the time to make it …
You look at the gas gauge and realize that you might make it to school and back on that amount …
You realize that you left your drink money at home and you’re thirsty as hell …
My Guys
I love talking on the phone to old friends. I now live three hours away from all of them and it gets so lonely sometimes. *sigh* I usually call people on Sundays, but I did it on Friday this week. I really needed a verbal hug.
I talked to my uncle, Curtis, and his partner Hal. (Or as I call them: Aunt Curtis and Uncle Hal) They are the sweetest dears. They are the most sane people in my family and totally supportive of me. I love them to death! They are so much fun … they both get on the phone at the same time and we’re all about to pee our pants before the conversation is over … 🙂
Then I called my old buddy Mitch. I worked with him at my first graphics job. He is now 52 years old. Both of his children from his previous marriage are older than I am. He was the grumpy old bastard in the company, but I stood my ground and fought back with him. It endeared me to him … he told everyone he loved that I had spunk to be so young. (At the time, 19) We’ve been together ever since. We go to the beach together at least five or six times a year. Until this year I’ve watched the SuperBowl with him and his kids. He is such a dear, though a bit looney sometimes. I just love him to pieces. 🙂
I know I am really lucky to have these guys in my life. I only wish they were closer. *sigh* Okay, enough of that … next subject …
Quote of the Day
To fly we have to have resistance.
-Maya Ying Lin
I think I’ll shave my head …
… and just start over. Dontcha hate it when you color your hair and it looks the same as it did BEFORE you colored it? (Well, my roots are a little bit lighter … but it still doesn’t look like I wanted it to!)
*pouts*
Yeah, yeah, I know pouting is SOOOO productive … bite me. 😉
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I’ll be damned! (yeah, I know … I already am …)
Joining the legions of swirlers today is leadcrow, one of my favorite bloggers. Unafraid of criticism, she posts whatever the hell is on her mind. She also has interesting tattoos. *raises eyebrows* She has an excellent sense of humor and … gosh darn it all … she kicks ass! 😉
To Do List
(In no real order …)
Color hair (done 14:45)
Unpack last three boxes from apartment (done 12:55)
Vacuum house (done 20:40)
Stop logging onto Xanga every hour (… oops …)
Study for Biology test tomorrow (done 17:32)
Eat lunch at some point (done 13:20)
Clean cat litter *cough, gag, wheeze*(I’ll get it in the morning …)
– Maybe by posting these I will actually DO a few of them … we’ll see … toodles!
(Actually, I got more of them done than I thought I would. Yeah for me!):-P
This poem is, alas, not my work … I have no one to credit it to. I do believe that there is a little something here for all of us, not just the women … enjoy.
The Girl In The Glass
When you get what you want in the struggle for self
And the world makes you queen for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what the girl has to say.
For it isn’t your father, mother, sister or brother
Whose judgment upon you must pass,
The person whose verdict counts in your life
Is staring at you from the glass.
She’s the person to please, never mind all the rest,
For she’s with you clear to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous difficult test
If the girl in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the world down the pathways of years
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your only reward will be the heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the girl in the glass…
A Little Freud In Me
I really enjoy doing dream analysis. My own dreams now are pretty cut-and-dry most of the time. They’re either 1) my seeing someone from my life that has died and trying to tell them not to do whatever it is that they do when they die or 2) I dream something that is going to happen.
I have been known to have the off the wall kind of dreams, too. I never had dreams where I could actually fly. I had to pedal an imaginary bike around. (I even had to work in my dreams … *pfffft*) I could see places and things from an aerial view. I landed on roofs and housetops. It was pretty awesome, I must say. Who knows, there could have been some out-of-body experience stuff going on there.
My friends clammer for me to pick apart their dreams. It’s a little unfair, though. I know more about them and can really get to the root of the matter. That makes things easier on my part.
Anyone have something they want me to take a shot at? I was just at Abaxail’s site and tried to lend him a hand. I’m here if ya do … plunk your heiney down and tell what it is that is troublin’ ya …