Funny. Sometimes the disintegration of the pedestal, and I mean the proverbial you can do no wrong pedestal, is something that occurs naturally through the weathering of time, or space. But sometimes, and for some reason I have done this not just once, but a few times, I take the high dive face first downward,…
I have decided something for myself, too, see? Remember when back a few weeks when I wasn’t eating, and didn’t have any real source of income? Yeah, I know you remember. That time I spent crying to various fools on the phone about my doomed state of being. I am not doing for anyone anymore,…
I would tell you where I got this, but it would ruin all the fun. ******************************************************************** Parallelism The balance of verse with verse, an essential and characteristic feature in Hebrew poetry. Either by repetition or by antithesis or by some other device, thought is set over against thought, form balances form, in such wise as…
I passed out last night to the Science Channel, chock full of goodies on various subjects from the Tsunami to the landing of the probe on Titan’s moon on Friday. Tongues, the history of Monopoly and various other subjects pervaded my dreams. Erin showed up in my dreams again, having pulled over before me as…
Today was one of my less than stellar days. I felt on for about 5 minutes, walking by myself to meet my love, Mr. Streudalpants. Strange I should have realized that waking up promptly at 9:30 after falling asleep after 5 am the morning of–I fluttered my eyes awake but my lovely was ornery and…
As I rocked my little bartending cuteness last night at the Cutting Room, a strange thought kept running through my head. Though, no, not strange, but really very fantastic. I worked with this other new girl who I was sharing the front bar with, and who comes traipsing in but E, a little disheveled, certainly…
E is having the shit TEE est day ever. Big and disgusting amounts of love from me to him in efforts to calm him down. I texted an old friend of mine asking him if he ever wrote a song about me, to which he replied that he was disappointed in my non-flirtatious text, and…
Those ever spinning questions, what to do, what should I do, have haunted me like crazy lately. Sure, I’m hot, I can sell shit. But do I want to sell shit? No, I don’t think so. I can sell people. Ideas. I manage business well. I have good marketing sense, ability. I can slander and…
Oh wretched accomplishment, or lack thereof. I am finding it hard to be so faketastically positive when I really want to cry. Yeah, yeah, fucking positive thinking and all that shit will get you the world, but most of the time, I have this pulling at my chest, like strings pulling, that makes the whole…
well. woke up today. my phone is off. I applied for unemployment yesterday but won’t get it until the last week of this month. the max. in jersey is higher. thank god I get it. how am I supposed to receive calls about work without it you ask? I do not know. All I do…
