June 2007
12 posts
CLARIFICATION (with added spiders!)
um…
my post about “and this is what i mean” on JUNE 27th…
is about MUSIC…. and how i feel when it moves me.
NOT SEX. thanks.
(ok, now people can stop asking.)
(oh, but yes, it’s like that too, but without the CROWD.)
*****SPIDER*****
today i bent low to pick up what i THOUGHT was a piece of FUZZ.
it wasn’t. it was a DEAD spider. and i was...
sex, food, sleep...and?
amy: so apparently i have this name tag that says, "my name is amy, may i help you?".
ron: customer service. *smile*
amy: yes, well, this girl msgs me about how she's been chatting to this guy for a couple of years and how she doesn't understand men and how he doesn't chat to her anymore now that he has a girlfriend...but that, "amy, you seem to understand men, can you help me figure him out?"
ron: (laugh)
amy: and so, i'm like, well, what do you chat about? and she says it's all sex stuff. so i don't tell her this, but i want to- 'um, he came to you for cam sex, and now he's getting some for real... he doesn't need you now... game over. dur. move on.'
ron: (laugh)
amy: women read too much into you all. i mean, honestly, women, we're complicated... but men? you guys are EASY. keep you well slept, well fed, and well sexed and you're happy.
[btw=we've just had 'very well sex' and he's fed, and bout to hit the bed, so *check, check check*, go lemon]
ron: yep, that's it.
amy: really, you aren't that complicated are you? what do you think about?
ron: (thinks)
amy: sex, food, and sleep??? right?
ron: and action figures. that's about it.
so last night...
i lay in the tub listening to massive attack…and enjoying relaxing to the music, the quiet, the water….
got to thinking about swimming…
and here’s the stream of consciousness…
”glass. this is how the water looks.
crisp. cool. and alone. my music blares and i’m damaging something i know, but damage now is necessary to feel what i want to feel. and...
“he’s ‘starfish’, he gives off ‘awkward’.”
– overheard
mackshack and lemon make plans
mack: can you just walk in and say you want dessert at a Japanese restaurant..who does that..
lemon: we do that, chic.
A hand on each of the oars A hand on each of the oars We’re seven miles from shore Just keep on going
(isle of her//klaxons)
whenever i hear this song i think of two things.
one is running.
the chief inspector and i
vixen says:
i love that
Chief Inspector Janes says:
What do you love
vixen says:
you.
vixen says:
lol
vixen says:
candy.
vixen says:
candyass.
vixen says:
saying candyass.
Chief Inspector Janes says:
LOL
vixen says:
opportunites to say candyass.
vixen says:
that's what i love.
nicer than the bird up in the tree top cheaper than the chip inside my lap top all the variations you could do with me nicer than the girl up in your mind you’re free
(risingson//massive attack)
icanthinkofabout4thingsi’dliketodotothissong.
sofar3arelegal.
tonight… i’m getting spaceshipped.
“dad spaceship your wife.”
– noah, as dictated to me for ron’s father’s day card.
nothing scares me more.
all i’ve ever known is that i was capable of great things if i would only put out the effort. average was always easy, and i achieved it with no effort on my part at all.
what scares me more than anything else?
that i will never actually step out and try to publish something. i have to do this. my heart demands it. it’s heavy with it’s own desire.
what’s more fun than cleaning oreo crumbs from inside the couch?
eating oreos 3 days ago.
that’s what’s more fun.