sans foto

its rare but i have drank too much coffee--- i blame this on my new creation, a frozen butterscotch-white chocolate mocha with whip cream, i must have drank 5 tonight--- so i am up fucking around. everyone is asleep except the loud crazies that run around in the ghetto at night. if they aren't in by sun up they turn to dust.
i watched sleepy hollow, which was lame. it was lame the first time i saw it too, but not as lame as it was edited by tbs. (praise the lord!!!) i tried to demand the dentist from time warner but they were like, "no, not now, we're....busy, with........things, um.... try calling your service provider??" i guess i'll have to join netflix or something. its my only option, because i'm not allowed within ten feet of any blockbuster or hollywood video in the tristate area, as well as port orchard, washington.
thats ok. i'm not much for tv anyway.

i think ringworm is scary. i think i would actually cut my skin off if i had it. gross. i mean, thats just really really gross.

sexually frustrated is only one way of saying it. it sucks when husbands are irrevocably asleep.


i need more tattoos!!!!!

i (also) heart my vagina

i just have to say that i have been finding more articles lately written by conservative white men about what i am allowed to do and not to do with my reproductive organs. these men consider themselves foremost authorities on things like the uterus, and know best how to properly care for them.

am i them only one who is outraged? paws off!!! i do whatever the hell i please with my lady parts- you don't see women getting all bent out of shape when they find their husbands doubled over themselves with their cocks half in their mouths, now do you?

extra fade

i dont know how much longer

it wont be long

not long at all

im starting to forget again

im starting not to recognize

and i don't know how to stop it

stop it

stop it

appendectomy, done orally

i decided my biggest fear is of becomming numb.

i've been numb before, but it never used to feel so bad.

and there is a huge looming danger in that possibility.

i will become an amnesiac to you, to me, to love- a shell, a whisper a ghost will be all

i leave behind.

elsewhere

this is washington park as seen from my window.

it's like im not even in cincinnati, which is wonderful.

if only that were true...

finally

meh.

our bodies hurt so so badly.

we spent this whole weekend moving up 80 flights of stairs into a sweet old apartment in OTR. so far the neighbourhood seems nice- the people have all been exceptionally friendly and helpful.

our electricity was turned on this morning. we spent the last 2 days in candle light- you know, really roughing it, getting back to nature.

now im at school for a million hours. im none too sure of my english prof who has the same sedative effects of lunesta. if only the very air he exhaled was narcotic i might have felt like i accomplished something in class. instead i got to copy engineering models which- at this point- FEELS entirely useless. i guess we'll see.

i need more coffee. i can't begin to count the hours of sleep lost to the move and an army of other things. i will be tired for the rest of my life. i cant wait to be really really old, hopefully senile.

thanks to y'all who helped us get our act together, we totally owe you a night on the town, providing the town receives us well.

if not, we'll be off to newport, maybe branson.

maybe not branson.

granola

i like today because i have nothing to do. and it seems completely contrary to everything i stand for, but i love days when i get to stay home and be domestic.

no shoes, no bra, hair up, all sweaty- doing laundry, minding the baby, cooking and things. sweet.

i have this total housewife fantasy. sometimes i really do wish it was 1950.

my head

my head is light all day.

i cried at work.

i have no focus.

this is an old picture.

maybe it's the anti-anger meds- now that i'm no longer mad i spend all my free time being happy.

so so so happy.

more sleep

sometimes, most times, my dreams are more real than my waking life.

was this all a dream?

it's not thick, not muddy, not near nor far, not clear or clearer than the snap shut of my eyes-

it has been so long a while,

since i

have seen

home.

a..s..l..e...e....p

i don't know why i'm up.

i remember you, insomnia.

hostagetaker.

i've considered the possibility that i do it to myself, that in my search for peace i may have found it.

.r.o.c.k.

hells yesh.

another term with an A, fuck yeh, what what.

ha!! time to get crrrunky...

plug-me-in

no no no no no no no no! i will not leave the house today!!

damnit.

at least yesterday was interesting. now i need some time alone, to reflect on yesterday's success.
and i did it again-
i fell asleep without realizing it. which i hate- it's kind of like my body shuts down. and then i wake up disoriented, but that isn't as unusual.
i think today might require some kaffe.

near le .f.i.n.

soon i will have a whole entire day with nothing to do.

oh my god.

i did it, horray!!!

i got an A on my exam!!!!!

Horray!!!!

yeh. what.

ask me about my fabulous cream of leek and celery soup.

slow cooker

i totally practiced my exam menu, and it was freaking awesome.

i'm so going to pass.

sweet.

exam number 2

-- cream soup

--braised meat of some kind

--glazed vegetables, cut tourne

--dutchess potatoes


no hollanfoam, no bullshit.

open letter to robert deniro

mr. deniro,

i saw you in the coffeeshop today. no one else thought it was you, but i knew. i really enjoyed your work in taxi driver. but not much else beside that. i hope you liked your coffee.
have a nice day.