"When there is a black secret in the pyche, a woman can go nowhere near it, and in fact protects herself from coming into contact with anything that will remind her of it or cause her already chronic pain to crest to an even more intense level."
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
no, seriously, i'm like the biggest dork ever
Krystal and I were scheming last night, as we are wont to do. This time it was about the lesbian superhero comic that we are going to write and have her little sister illustrate because neither of us can draw.
I'm excited. I really like our superhero. She's troubled, works at a dyke bar. She can fly, I think.
It's going to be great. And sexy. And awesome. You'll see.
I'm excited. I really like our superhero. She's troubled, works at a dyke bar. She can fly, I think.
It's going to be great. And sexy. And awesome. You'll see.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
i'm a dork
I like the new Shakira song. They lyrics are okayish (it's better in Spanish). But she has a weird, hot voice and does crazy things with her body. I really like her dancing. And she's sexually empowered. And hot.
The video has the lyrics with it. They are kind of hard to read though unless you click through to the actual youtube page.
time warp
I just had a really weird flashback to watching The Truth About Jane at my dad's house. He happens to walk in, of course, right at the point in the movie where the gay teacher kisses her girlfriend. And I believe he may have said "What the hell is that?!" or something similar. He's such a gem.
Ah, funtimes. That's all I have, just felt the need to share that.
Ah, funtimes. That's all I have, just felt the need to share that.
school night
ani
she went over to his apartment
clutching her decision
and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of her reply
and she felt like an actress
just reading her lines
when she finally said
yes. it's really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars
and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far
and she said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call
you are a party and i am a school night
and i'm lookin' for my door key
but you are my porch light
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you'll probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths
what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?
she's choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she's bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around
putting out fires
but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths
so i
i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect
he'll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege
of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing
in
she went over to his apartment
clutching her decision
and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of her reply
and she felt like an actress
just reading her lines
when she finally said
yes. it's really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars
and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far
and she said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call
you are a party and i am a school night
and i'm lookin' for my door key
but you are my porch light
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you'll probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths
what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?
she's choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she's bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around
putting out fires
but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths
so i
i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect
he'll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege
of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing
in
Friday, August 7, 2009
poster!
Mom got my Andrew Bird gig poster framed for me for my birthday! It's so lovely! I just need to figure out where to hang it.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
my birthday
63 degrees
It is cold! So cold that I am using this "FREEDOM IS NOT FREE" blanket that one of my lovely, patriotic coworkers let me borrow. And all I can think of is that song from Team America, World Police.
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