Wednesday, April 14, 2004

so...

so you think you can tell.
heaven from hell.
blue skies from pain.
can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?


ah, the pink panthers.
or whoever.
and no, for the record, i often cannot tell the difference.
but good ole Roger always make me want to sit down and breathe some specifically, intentionally polluted air.
wink.

so we bought "big boy beds" for our kids tonight.
why the helli've been using that gay ass phrase is beyond me, but it has to stop.
here and now, i tell ya!
anyway, i'm pretty damn excited.
and we've decided to fence the yard.
thank god--or peter pan, or someone.
do you have any idea how much energy it takes to chase two 3 year olds in opposite directions?
do you?
too much.
a fence will help.
cuz i love going outside with them, but pacing back and forth, making sure they're not in the road....tiring.
laying in a lawn chair thingy with ice cold beer? not so tiring.
okay, so i have yet to ever consume alcohol in the presence of my children, but it sounded cool.

blah blah blah.
that was just a little friendly reminder, from your sponsor: this site really is written by a bored housewife.
bored.
housewife.
yeah.

as i drove the babysitter home tonight, a Jane's addiction song came on.
and i began wishing that i hadn't had my cd collection stolen.
and that was quickly overriden by my wish that i had a functioning download program.
so i sighed, and turned it up.
no, it wasn't freedom rock--but i turned it up anyway.
(raise your hand if you remember those commercials!!)
i need music.
i need it like a junkie needs a clean needle.
i need it like a nympho needs a lay.
i need it like a busy street needs a traffic light.
i need it like i need you.
okay, so maybe i'm just spoiled and impatient.
maybe i'm just lazy and cheap.
--i'm not here to make excuses.
i'm here to bitch and whine and ramble and tease.
i'm here to purge my brain of the words which make it hard to listen, to hear, to sleep.
my life is not interesting in and of itself, let's face it.
but here we sit.
we're all a bunch of little crazies.
i love it.

if anyone is interested...
by real life pal, Becky, wrote a fabulous little Ode to--who else? MOI.
yours truly.
so go read it.
and then observe a moment of silence in my honor.
and by moment of silence, yes, i mean touch yourself.
ew--not there, you big ole perv!
jeez.
what are you--a bunch of animals??
i meant your knee. touch your knee.
you're at work.
wait til you're alone at least....then, touch away, my friends, touch away.

i need more mirrors in my bedroom.
yeah, i know.
mirrors are trashy.
but i've been reaching all time highs of ego lately, and i'm realling digging watching myself do stuff.
so bite me.

the mr.'s watching golf.
the masters, from the weekend.
so obviously, i'm doing this instead....
cuz....
golf.
yeah.
nuff said.

um.
what else?
let me shake my head and see what else falls out....
ooh!!
i know--
I'm going to be in Las Vegas the weekend of June 25th.
Ms. Dvl, one of my Real World...Blogger Style roommates, is driving up from L.A. to hang out.
and that is the coolest thing EVER--my first real live blog friend to meet in person!!!!
i am in awe that she would do such a thing for me--she's probably a slot machine addict, and this is her cover story to weedle a trip to vegas...
but i'll take it!!
and things are going to get crazy, mark my words.
sure, we may end up just heading to a nearby red rock hiking spot...
sure, we may just get massages and drink tea all afternoon.
BUT.
we might just drink the casinos dry and end up making out.
So.
if anyone's interested in joining us: do it.
well...only if you're cool.
and if you're in doubt--ask us.
we're not afraid to discriminate.
but i have a dream...
(and wow, that's funny that i said "discriminate" and the next line was that particular quote.)
anyway, back to my wet dream.
i mean dream.
i have a dream of a blogger convention.
but i'm way too lazy to plan/coordinate/organize/execute such a thing.
so maybe if we all just wish on a star, it'll happen without any work.
har.
whatever.
dvl is enough for me--we will have a blast!!!
but there are a many others out there who i would love to talk to, face to face.
to laugh with, to drag along to strip clubs, to cajole into strange and dangerous things.
so there.
it's my dream.
and i will take pictures.

well, i'm out--

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