gather ye rosebuds while ye may, cause we are food for worms

NONE OF THIS YOLO BULLSHIT. 

CARPE DIEM.

good afternoon, my global constituents

These audience stats have been in just the last week. It's always been a dream of mine to be heard globally, somehow... and since I haven't been able to make it into the newspapers since my college publication The Recorder (and didn't have any success with 'This American Life,' tried to stupidly send them some makeshift story idea once. said whatever once the realization hit that they were never going to send an e-mail back, and heard from a musician that infiltrating those programs are next to nearly impossible, aka not pretentious enough for NPR) being all blog bloggerson has made me feel like I can still be heard, somehow, by someone out there, beyond the pale moonlight..... so really, thank you World. and bless you, always.

you've got to be asleep to believe it

they don't give a fuck about you. at all. at all. at all.

elephant talk

undulating genie in a bottle

Finally, after 26 years of living, I am no longer a lava lamp virgin. was randomly given a blue and yellow one from a co-worker, and speaking of co-workers, I'm going to see 'Magic Mike' on Friday with the Wildflower ladies. (the codeword for nips is lipstick!) it was filmed in Clearwater, and the cast frequented our restaurant in October (when I was an invalid for a month healing from surgery.) it's apparently based on Channing Tatum's life (born in Mississippi, came to Tampa young and started male stripping. that's how he was 'spotted.') All I know is, Matthew McConaughey cracks me up in a 'you are just TOO MUCH mr. silly cowboy hippie stoned surfer ... stud? stud?! PAHAH.' (hopefully this happens not too loudly.) Kara and I both exchanged our ridiculous strip club stories (ladies ones, obv.) but honestly, if men's strip clubs were easily accessible, I probably would have never stepped into a ladies one... those you just end up at because it was last call at a bar, and one of your friends suggested it and everyone exclaimed 'YEAH!!!!!' and then you all pile into a car, and you barely remember being there, but your friends put a dollar in your hand and convince you to do something and you're such a wobbly drunk you accidentally trip and touch her on the leg... (but she deemed you a harmless drunk girl so she cut you some slack...)  [cough]  then your friends tell you the next day dying of laughter... le sigh.


 

(the lava lamp is just heating up, and right now it looks like a test tube with a titty inside lying on the bottom. thee 'nipple' is becoming more protruded by the second. soon it will eject itself into the blue nebulous liquid! )

regina spektor

 singing it like it is.

whenever you need me, whenever you want me

[thanks to my september sis sarah gagne for this!]

have no fear, blow up dolphin is here!

Whoever has been doing these 'meanwhile in floridas' caption photos after every ludicrous event that happens down here ... love it. Debby is still hangin' around, flooding (and forcing evacuations) in some areas... there's been a couple twisters and a death or two... but the wind has truly been a wild one. going to sleep at night, it makes me feel like there's a blizzard outside, because before this the strongest winds heard up north howling were accompanied by and resulted in several feet high snow dunes on the other side of the window pane. while it added a dash of excitement for a while, after what I guess will be (at the very most) a week of Miss Debby Bipolar (today for example: SUN! pouring rain. SUN! raaaain. SUN! uhhh...) I will be more than ready to say "au revoir" to this mess! 

"I read that we've had a record number of tropical storms already hit before the first month of the (Hurricane) season. Send my apologies for moving down here and bringing all this [hands gesturing around self] hot air...." (me to Chris.)

steady and sure

three rainy nights, see how they pour.

TROPICAL STORM DEBBY got tired of Dallas and decided to do the Gulf of Florida. it has been essentially pouring for almost three days, has been causing all sorts of mischief, and on top of it all, had to deal with my bank account almost being compromised by a scam. fraud knows no boundaries anymore... anyhow. been catching up on some reading, music, and movies... while making some friends who are having hard times far away laugh with silly stories and phone chats. Seems that right after dropping the holerats from my life, friends and acquaintances from the past with real problems emerged, who were seeking my help and consoling, which I have plenty to give. It becomes useless attempting to help and love those who will never love or listen to you in return properly, and will always carry animosity on their shoulder. No one bothers with the scapegoat once its wide eyed and far from the scene... but really, is the one benefiting from the bullshit. Never will I return to the previous area again, for no one truly grows, even from the most serious of situations. It is a place of misery and deceit, as is most places now it seems, but have gained an awareness that will keep me away from such buffoonery in the future, a new, improved compass to navigate me through this time period where justice and morality are practically non-existent. Live for you and in essence you will be helping others. You cannot allow yourself to forget you, and live just for others. If you think your life's quality is determined by how cool, hip, or how many people you have around in one given moment (or have 'done'.. bleck) well, uhm, instead of passively forgetting to let me know of that upon meeting me, really, don't bother. I'd rather just hang out with myself and my cat than be a conquest. Then again, I am apt to adore those who enjoy proving others wrong or challenging what they say. So, game on, Wayne. Game on, Garth.

big thank yous to the bank dudes on the phone for helping me not wake up tomorrow with $0 dollars.

the gig that changed the world

"that's John the postman. He's... a postman."

sing me to sleep

There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be

let go and save yourself.

convo with boy stocking at market:

"can I help you find anything?"
"I'm having a hard time deciding on something for myself, but thank you. Just having one of those days... you know."
"yeah, my car broke down yesterday. know what you mean."

asked him if he had heard Joy Division before, he admitted he hadn't, but proceeded to tell him how he should listen to them and New Order. Not sure how he felt when I said the singer took his life and the band went on without him, but I wanted to explain myself fully, and he replied he'd definitely give them a listen. call me whatever for not really listening to their catalog prior to a few months ago, but they are really helping me through my funk.

the banana splits

just had flashbacks of wearing an Alf mask cavorting around outside half a decade ago  - until a weird intoxicated dude felt compelled to wrestle 'Alf' down a hill. Alf wasn't very thrilled after that.

If I ever had a costume as cute as the banana splits, I'd be occupying ALL streets. and if I can ever assemble them all together, we'll play a show at wall street. ;)