Wednesday, March 2, 2011
You casually asked me what I had seen in you.
It was well-timed for a loaded question.
You lay on your back and I lay on you with my head on your shoulder
and we were both languid, but awake.
I was thinking about how soft your skin was
and hoping that you would think about how my brown eyes are deep and dangerous like foreign coffee: hot enough to burn to tongue with a fierce kick at the finish.
You said it with the same cool curiosity as if you had asked me “heads or tails?” and deftly flicked a quarter off your thumb without looking.
I heard the sentence swell and subside like a warm wave of ocean
curled around the edges with foamy self-consciouness,
building itself up with genuine curiosity,
and finally hissing back down into the fine sand with the satisfaction of getting the whole question out just right.
I know it must've taken you four or five tries in your head.
I heard the very effort you were trying to conceal, I heard the shyness, and loudest of all I heard you grappling with the awkwardness, a dune between us.
So I squinted and did my best Bette Davis
and gave you a flippant answer.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Your human sex appeal has my Vulcan hulkin'. Thought you would appreciate that.
Um, besides that being GROSS, I'm team Star Wars, dipshit. Jeez.
lets meet and skeet.
As you might've guessed the author of this dainty piece of poetry has a profile pic involving his Guido self posing in the bathroom with his camera phone in front of his face whilst pulling his shirt up with his free hand.
i read the other day in the Times that if we fucked each other 2012 would never happen... also everyone on jersey shore would be murdered.
so i mean i'm down with helping the greater good of humanity if you are
I'm going to assume that mean that he meant the 2012 Mesoamerican end of the world would be averted, not simply that time would stop. And... wow...ok...it's just not even worth analyzing, is it?
Monday, November 29, 2010
But never fear, blagoweb, I stole an idea from my bestie Meg and will now unleash years worth of really bad internet dating missives that are very old, but so very outrageous I saved them for this moment.
I'm skipping the myriad of "hey, hi, let's chat." Let's try a sampling of pithy, but weird:
Anyone ever tell you kinda resemble Bjork and Sandra Bullock? Anyhow, just thought I'd say hi. ;)
Combined? Is that even a compliment?
you spend alot of time thinking! I do too and I think we would get along well.
Um. Wow. So your friends spend a lot of time... passed out? slamming their hands in doors? afflicted with a neurological disorder?
Eye of Newt
So what does one find in a witches fridge besides wool of bat and tongue of dog.
Apparently not apostrophes to denote possession.
I have to run into work and do some stuff, but send me a message when you get this and I'll reply when I can.
What is going on here? This guy is either totally unhinged or groping at brilliance. Is he trying to gaslight me into think I know him, or somehow am forgetting the step when he INTRODUCED himself and started the conversation? Does he not differentiate between written, spoken, and text messaging forms of social interaction? Maybe he doesn't even differentiate units of time like present and future which prevents him from understanding that he can write ME a complete message when he gets done with work, later.
oh no you're one of THOSE types of girls lol
Oh, no. You're one of those types of boys who can only get people's attention by trying to goad them into being annoyed by your vague insults which you will promptly admit were merely a "conversation starter."
Stay tuned for some from the "Ewww, gross!" category and "holy crap, do you not know how to read?"
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
But they are very, very expensive. Like $10,000 expensive.
So, I got at $199 dressing screen:
Then I unscrewed all the four panels and sawed two of them in half. Meanwhile, I bought the cheapest, plainest bedframe in the world for $70 and painted that with a cherry-colored wood varnish to match the screens. After that I had to nail, screw, and glue the panels into place. I also got some cheapie wood trim at Home Depot for the cross beams and varnished those as well.
Added some curtains from World Market for $36.
Total cost: $300 which is, oh, about $9,700 less than $10,000.
Monday, November 9, 2009
In the spirit of rekindling let's revisit my to-do list posted Wednesday, August 6, 2008.
-Execute a perfect handstand, "scorpion" pose, and flip flop.
I've been working on this and can do a scorpion against a wall. So, not perfect, but working on it.
-Go to more gallery openings and museums.
I haven't been to many museums although I did have a painting of mine in a gallery and it was auctioned off in February, so that's pretty cool when you describe it like that. I also just got season tickets to the Dallas Opera so there's a healthy dose of culture.
-use up all my henna paste. (Any volunteers? I'm good, I swear.)
Forgot about that one. Just didn't seen that urgent I guess.
-go to more local rock shows.
I'm been to a fair share, although a large portion of them have been my boyfriend's.
-learn to swallow swords.
Gaaah!! Not yet! Soon, my yucca plants. Soooooooon.
I got side tracked by astronomy and math nonfiction from the library. If you had asked me 10 years ago if I would be reading about abstract math theory for fun I would have probably choked laughing incredulously.
-work on my front splits and try for a horizontal over-split.
As with the handstands, I am in a perpetual state of working on it. When I can get myself into a contort-ier position than my current facebook profile pic, I will replace it.
-tryout for the Dallas roller derby.
Wow, if you didn't know that I succeeded in this you have not talked to me in over a year. Derby has taken over my life.
-plant an herb garden. And not kill it.
I did! I did! Memorable garden goodies: lavender and sage vodkas, basil bread, mint mojitos.
-re-memorize the beginning of Beowulf.
Enough to weird people out which was pretty much the point.
-practice spinning poi.
I bought fire fans and perfected that instead. Hula hooping too.
-find bands/events that will let me make snazzy psychedelic posters for them.
Not psychedelic, but I did some art and plan on doing some more art for the SO's band.
-have a garage sale and get rid of all my old clothes and books.
Made $112 at Half Price Books. Next stop, Buffalo Exchange.
-practice vertical pole inverts and tricks.
Oh yes. Lots and lots. Made lots of new friend and embarrassed my old ones in doing so.
-audition as a performer or character at Scarborough Faire.
Meh. Fuck that. I was a performer at Six Flags Frightfest which is... not at all the same.
-celebrate pagan holidays in a bigger way.
Check! Go me!
-find some tribal dance gigs at clubs/bars.
I've had about seven since I posed the list, not including the month long gig at Six Flags.
-find some fire eating gigs at clubs/bars.
Same as above. I've made about $1000 this year putting flaming thing on my face. What a wonderful world we live in.
-find some go-go gigs at clubs/bars.
I'll continue my tried and true strategy of letting people offer me gigs instead of looking for them. Works better for everyone involved and insures the fun doesn't get sucked out of it.
-maybe find a tribal dance teaching gig (adults or kids).
Still working on it. I'm thinking after the Xmas break I might offer an intro Tribal Fusion.
-learn to ride a motorcycle.
I have a brand new Mustang so I'm pretty satisfied with getting around in that.
-visit places featured in Weird Texas.
God damn. I haven't been anywhere lately.
-re-learn to play bass
I've resigned myself to the sad truth that I am not a musical person.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
First off, I taped off the upholstery with saran wrap and painters' tape so I could spray paint away the nauseatingly ordinarily wood stain. I chose high-gloss cobalt paint kind of at random. I'm not even a big fan of blue, but it just felt right.
The final product!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I spent most of it hauling furniture, building furniture, arranging furniture, painting furniture, and otherwise decorating my parents' beach house. My parents are good at lots of things, but the aforementioned tasks are definitely not any of them.
When you're a teenager you lament that your parents are idiots, but at 27 I am little crestfallen that it might be true in some cases.
me: No! Absolutely not! You cannot have that! Put it down!
mom: why not?
me: Why not!! It's not what we're looking for! You already have one! It's too expensive! Put it down right now or we're leaving!!!!!!!
Remember about two decades ago when that conversation went the other way?
Anyway, it looks pretty great, everyone's invited, pictures to come, blah di blah.
Oh, also...I tweaked my MCL but according to a top North Dallas orthopedic surgeon it will heal on it's own. Neat.
Also, also... I've been doing some illustrating which is going fairly well and not making me want to David Carradine myself. Ooh...too soon with the asphyxiation jokes? Pictures of pictures to come hopefully.
Not too many deep thoughts on life and love today, but fret not, yucca plants, it's about to all boil over and I've saved you a front seat.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I have been pretty diligent in keeping myself occupied, but it is my nature to be overflowing with an ardent, insatiable 13-year-old's passion to pour enthusiam into things and it would probably be best if that thing were something intangible to worship. To keep my mind and tongue sharp I need to keep my throbbing heart furiously busy elsewhere. A devotion-worthy band is an outlet that hasn't let me down yet. It's so pure and clean and inexhaustible in its unrequitedness-- something I can't burn out. I think an object of intoxicating beauty that pulls my heart towards its cage of ribs so mercilessly that my brain hums and my stomach turns would help a lot of my problems.