Monthly Archives: June 2008
If there’s one thing in life more exciting than holding a watermelon on your lap and thinking about eating it with a spoon, it’s a police chase. Or rather, a police event. I rolled into my apt complex tonight and there were FIVE police cars with sirens and lights a-go-go. so beautiful! like a symphony of justice, or corruption. i was hoping i wouldn’t be allowed past the barricade so i’d have to improvise sleeping arrangements but according to the winky APD officer all the commotion was only for a stolen car. It’s just as well. Back to Souterville.
Who said it!?
“I enjoy football. I’m still a fan of the University of Texas. I’ll be rooting for Berkley and UCLA and the others. I enjoy the popcorn. It’s good to be the president. Maybe I can get good seats.”
sometimes, while eating my breakfast pudding and looking out the window at a palm tree with its fist in the air, i think about san francisco youth counterculture in the 1960s. i know a lot of people who think they were born in the wrong decade, and i never thought i was one of those people because i really enjoyed the eighties. but if i could do it again i would be a dude in 1967 for sure. you?
“…No matter how much you love somebody, you’ve got to love yourself first. If you’re truly loving yourself, you won’t allow some things to go down, and you’ll have boundaries. I was so in love that I gave up certain things about me, and that showed a lack of love for myself. It turned out to be such a big blessing that we broke up, because I got that lesson. I actually wrote a children’s book about it called I Like You But I Love Me.“
confession: one time last year i was a girly blogger in hoboken NJ and i wrote things like this and this not to mention this (among others). like, whoa. I was ashamed of my work then but one year later i am able to see its immeasurable value. thank you, basha smo, for reminding me of where i came from. you always were my inspiration.
a. THIS SUMMER — watch as one young woman discovers life, laughter, love and herself in an apartment so hot, the teapot boils without even having to turn on the stove.
that was supposed to sound like a movie trailer. the last part needs a little work. anyway i will be taking my ultra-extremist lifestyle to a new peak this summer as i attempt to live indoors in central texas without reliable air conditioning. so far, so good. i don’t even need to put salt on my food. i can just lick my arms. i’m going to save a lot of money.
b. so good
You know pockets? Pockets are great, I use them all the time, for things like gum and my current piece of floss. I get really jealous and angry when I see people in movies or in real life who get pleasantly surprised by the contents of their pockets because, no matter what, I always know what’s in mine. No surprises. Ever. I’ll just never be the kind of gal who finds an unexpected $20 bill in her pants and then has a really good day, although one time I found $5 in a wave pool and had an good day and another time I found a scrunchie in a different wave pool and had an OK day. Mainly, though, I crave control and thus keep close tabs on my money and other special pocket dwellers (loose change [9/11 was an inside job] is a whole nother issue for a whole nother blog). Anyway, today I was sifting through my jackets and Mexican ponchos looking for my bottle of Mexican Snuggle and my hand just happened to fall into the pocket of my fall/spring/winter coat and what is in there but a packet of peach jell-o and an Archie comic book! I bought them months ago at Wal-Mart with fun in mind. And now it can happen. Finally, finally. At last.