August 2007
17 posts
who knew?
turns out me and christopher walken have a LOT in common.
1. i love cow bell.
2. he was a lion tamer at some point. i was NOT a lion tamer at some point.
3. it is nearly impossible to find a decent picture of him. i also tend to photograph better when half my face is shadowed. just like him.
isn’t that frikkin amazing?
(by the way- if only one half of his face looks decent, you...
holla
it’s hard cause i make it that way dangit. and that’s what i have got to stop. stop making it about the process and just let it happen. it will be more fun that way. it ain’t GOT to be work.
if it were work, i’d be getting paid, playa….
ooo-ooo….
'private'
i have this welling up inside me that has to come out. and i have to share so much. all these ideas inside me. and the writing. i know i can. and suddenly all these connections begin to occur. and it looks like…i could do this. like suddenly, i’ve opened a door that says ‘private’. and i was allowed to peek in.
oh please let me not mess this up. and please help...
i don't want to talk about it.
it’s scary.
and i’m not at liberty to say.
endo/exo
i’m glad that i have an endoskeleton and not an exoskeleton. not only would it just look weird to have a hard shell, but i imagine it would be no fun to sleep that way and so terribly uncomfortable. oh, and i’d have to constantly worry about punctures. (in fairness, i have that worry already.)
thanks God, big ups on the endoskeleton.
gutted
i’ve only just begun to love you… and i know this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
i feel your pain.
you got scared.
i looked at your little face, and was so proud of you. i told you twice- go all the way down the hall, then when it stops go right, and that’s how to get to your class. you’re ready to go alone! so with a kiss and a smile i sent you off. i could see the apprehension in your eyes…but you were going to do it. so you walked… you didn’t know i was watching the whole...
deep breaths
i drop her off at 8 tomorrow. for the first day in her life…i won’t know what she is doing at any given moment. it will be ok, i know that. wonderful even.
but i still keep finding myself having to take deep breaths.
“i just told you to STOP THAT. NOW SIT. DOWN. NOW. [clenched teeth] SIT.”
– just yelled this at my children… in a voice that should be reserved for football. i hate mornings.
watch out camera man. I'M ALLS UP IN YOUR CAREER...
so basically the phone rang and i checked the caller ID (cause i don’t answer the phone unless i want to). and here’s what was on the CALLER ID: “CHAMPAGNE SUPER” my first thought was (honest to God): “wow, OASIS is calling MY house!” i did not expect it to be a wrong number from “Champagne Supermarket”. ah well, it was the most exciting thing about...
“hmm…things’ll…work out…argh…let’s...”
– talking stove
“what about WHAM? you never saw WHAM with girlfriends… that’s how...”
– murray, flight of the conchords
make it easy...
so basically i’ve finally come to terms with the idea of writing my first book. i have all sorts of ideas. those are the easy parts. but i’m so nervous about it all. i just feel like i’m about to embark on this relationship with no guarantees. i’m embarrassed to even reveal my ideas half the time because while in my mind i can picture them and think of how amazing they...
