When I was 9 years old, there was a school assignment to memorize a poem. 

I chose Jabberwocky.

What a weird little kid.

It was a challenge with all its nonsense words and phrases, but there was still meaning to it.

Sort of like this blog… 

I’ve gone back… Read full post »

So after a few brief thoughts, I have decided that I don't need to start a Death Cult as Andy suggested.

I will simply build a time machine which, according to Stephen Hawking, should be relatively  easy once I acquire the necessary materials. How hard could it be to get my… Read full post »

The elephants on parade just stood and watched.

Fresh cigarette smoke wrapped  like a silk scarf around ylang-ylang incense trails and mingled with the vanilla/sandalwood frag… Read full post »

Ever wake up one day and feel amazement at the fact you’re alive? 

Seeing yourself from the outside is tricky, but every so often, I play my life story (like a movie in my head and finger on the fast-forward button), and simply think “Wow…”

…in a good way,… Read full post »

Since he has such a nice, shiny coat, I decided to name him Diamond.

Besides, they say "diamonds are a girl's best friend."

I think he’s an ancestor of the MONOPOLY®  dog.

He’s quite smart and learned “sit” and &l… Read full post »

Chocolate brown eyes winked & smiled while dripping with lies that formed murky puddles of cruelty.

Greenish hazel eyes tha… Read full post »

It was 1973.

Santa was evidently drunk. Or stoned. You decide.

I quietly admired my garish orange dress while my sister just wouldn't shut up with the "We're not twins!"

              &n… Read full post »

Our front door couldn’t be shut quick enough to keep out the biting blast of     air-so-winter it temporarily killed the other aromas. The oven was an atomizer of pumpkin or apple pie, turkey or ham, for my mother.  Dad was Old Spice, cigars & beer. A real pi… Read full post »

Almost twenty years.

Boyfriends and a husband have come and gone. I never had any kids, but I had you.

As I type this, you are inconveniently, but comfortably, sitting in my lap, for the last time.

For the past 2 ½ years you woke me up in the middle of… Read full post »

I like a lot of different kinds of music and punk has always been one of my favorites—it makes me feel empowered, odd, sexy, and on top of the rotten world.   I’m leaving the obvious stuff out of this post—Ramones, the Stooges, Misfits, etc. and worn-out Sex Pistols… Read full post »

Some things cost way too much...

Black with charcoal grey swirls and long sleeves gathered at the wrist. Eight buttons circled by fabric loops parade down the fitted front, to just above the waist, where the sheer fabric flows out ever so slightly, to wave across sashaying hips. Flat, col… Read full post »

Update:   07/16/10

Sad news.  Just found out that Ethan is no longer with us.  Suicide.  Funeral services are here in AZ tomorrow. On my birthday.  Not like I had any big plans, anyway.

Ethan will always be one of the greatest loves of my life.  Maybe even th… Read full post »

A comment from jimmymac1025 on my previous post got me thinking about all the ideas I seem to collect daily and there simply isn’t the time or energy for me to write all of them.  I usually have about 10-15 started at any given time, saved and waiting for me… Read full post »

Really?  They have the stereo system on a Country & Western station? Sigh. Whatever…

Mid-song, I have no idea who or what this is, but some chick just sang about heading off to “Wally World.”

If you came to visit me (and hell yeah, you’re all invited—BYOB), you would see this box on my coffee table.  It is made from some sort of stone? Definitely not wood:

People always comment on it, and are then surprised at the contents.  Based o… Read full post »

1. Who was your WORST prom date? 

Never went to a prom, but if I did, I suppose the worst date would have to be with that psycho-killer from the movie “Prom Night”.

2. Who was your WORST love and do you still talk with him/her? 

 Johnny Depp.  He never fucking… Read full post »

Yes, this has been bugging me for quite some time, so I’m letting it out.

Everyday, I am faced with this one particular statement:

CAUTION:  DO NOT INSERT IN EAR CANAL  (from a box of cotton-swabs, of course).

Okay. You know what?  I despise having the inner parts of my ears/… Read full post »

The first pile of cash, lost to the airport bar in Phoenix.

Darcy and I were reprimanded on the plane for being too rowdy during the emergency procedures announcement, but trust me, we were in no shape to be saving any lives if the plane went down. I guess they… Read full post »

A very merry unbirthday to you…to me?

This year, I will be 39 years old.

And I still don’t have a firm grip on who I am, where I’m going, or where I fit in.

I see myself in the mirror, everyday, and I have contemplated my being many times.

Like… Read full post »

I had already planned to go to Vegas for my birthday anniversary before I knew about the OS field trip (go here for more details):

 Verbal Remedy's post about Vegas 

My best friend and I are getting the hell out of Real Life this year.  Here we are during last year’s/… Read full post »

·         Having the cashier at the grocery store call me by my name “Thanks for shopping at Safeway, Ms. Mind”.  Like they fucking know me?  They’re getting the info from my frequent shopper’s card.  I don’t… Read full post »

First thing this morning, I:

a)      stumbled to the kitchen to feed the cat whose breakfast cry is rivaled only by Godzilla breathing fire.

b)      rolled up the body in an oriental carpet and dragged it to the trunk of the car for later disposal.

c… Read full post »