i hit my sexual peak during harold night...
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Remeber the 80s? I didn't know then, either....
From one of those cheesy power ballad collections, I downloaded Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love Is."
Because, well, I kind of do.
It did have kind of a weirdly incongruous video, with lots of people with candles, if I remember correctly (is this true?) and a robed Africain-American church choir.
But I still really, really, do, want to know. Hey, maybe I'll recognize it if it ever stops by, then.
Will it have gospel robes on? Will it look like Mick Jones? Errr. I'd prefer if it looked like Chris Meloni (I'm watching Wet Hot American Summer). But there's lots of leeway, there.
I want to know what love is. I thought I knew, but I was apparently terribly wrong, and I hate to be wrong. And this isn't the kind of question, it seems, that's susceptible to an easy answer. I mean, maybe I'll never even know.
So maybe I'll just start asking different questions.
I want to know what lunch is.
From one of those cheesy power ballad collections, I downloaded Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love Is."
Because, well, I kind of do.
It did have kind of a weirdly incongruous video, with lots of people with candles, if I remember correctly (is this true?) and a robed Africain-American church choir.
But I still really, really, do, want to know. Hey, maybe I'll recognize it if it ever stops by, then.
Will it have gospel robes on? Will it look like Mick Jones? Errr. I'd prefer if it looked like Chris Meloni (I'm watching Wet Hot American Summer). But there's lots of leeway, there.
I want to know what love is. I thought I knew, but I was apparently terribly wrong, and I hate to be wrong. And this isn't the kind of question, it seems, that's susceptible to an easy answer. I mean, maybe I'll never even know.
So maybe I'll just start asking different questions.
I want to know what lunch is.
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Trust No One
I was right, so right.
I just don't think I will be the same giving person I was, who takes spectacular care of others.
And I don't think I can be the kind of person who lets herself be taken care of.
Therein, my friends, lies the problem.
Maybe I'll hold a contest, figure out a new identity, a better way of being.
Look for it soon on www.peoplecanblowme.com. Or if that's taken, www.pissoffmotherfuckers.com. Or, www.yaddayaddayadda.org.
To quote Babsy Streisand....People who need people........are fucked.
Nothing personal, y'all. Seriously.
I was right, so right.
I just don't think I will be the same giving person I was, who takes spectacular care of others.
And I don't think I can be the kind of person who lets herself be taken care of.
Therein, my friends, lies the problem.
Maybe I'll hold a contest, figure out a new identity, a better way of being.
Look for it soon on www.peoplecanblowme.com. Or if that's taken, www.pissoffmotherfuckers.com. Or, www.yaddayaddayadda.org.
To quote Babsy Streisand....People who need people........are fucked.
Nothing personal, y'all. Seriously.
Improbable Music I have Purchased
Brief break in the iTunes moratorium
Album:
"Leo Live," Leo Kottke (guitar master who I heard about from Tony Carnevale at "Storytime." Genius Abounds!)
Single Songs:
"Ave Maria," Michael Wolff & Warren Zevon from "Christmas Moods" (I have a perverse fondness for the Ave Maria and have many many versions of it. This one is oddly lovely.)
"Werewolves of London," Warren Zevon, from "Learning to Flinch."
"Werewolves of London," Adam Sandler, from the tribute album "Enjoy every Sandwich." Someone may kick my ass from here to Soho in the rain for this one, but it's pretty damn good.
Next time, beef chow mein!
Brief break in the iTunes moratorium
Album:
"Leo Live," Leo Kottke (guitar master who I heard about from Tony Carnevale at "Storytime." Genius Abounds!)
Single Songs:
"Ave Maria," Michael Wolff & Warren Zevon from "Christmas Moods" (I have a perverse fondness for the Ave Maria and have many many versions of it. This one is oddly lovely.)
"Werewolves of London," Warren Zevon, from "Learning to Flinch."
"Werewolves of London," Adam Sandler, from the tribute album "Enjoy every Sandwich." Someone may kick my ass from here to Soho in the rain for this one, but it's pretty damn good.
Next time, beef chow mein!
improv hiatus hiatus
Seven minutes in improv heaven, in which I didn't suck.
Wow, that was fun. Nerve wracking before hand, but then so very much fun.
That's as good as it gets, isn't it?
I'm home now, gonna have a snack, lounge around in my lingerie (specifics undisclosed. PM for further information, ya perverts).
Nice evening. Wonderful evening. The meds and the adrenaline are slowly falling out of balanec now, I fear....
Good times. Great team mates.
Wicked, as they say.
xx
zzzzzz.....
Seven minutes in improv heaven, in which I didn't suck.
Wow, that was fun. Nerve wracking before hand, but then so very much fun.
That's as good as it gets, isn't it?
I'm home now, gonna have a snack, lounge around in my lingerie (specifics undisclosed. PM for further information, ya perverts).
Nice evening. Wonderful evening. The meds and the adrenaline are slowly falling out of balanec now, I fear....
Good times. Great team mates.
Wicked, as they say.
xx
zzzzzz.....
song of the night
"Fast Car" - Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won’t have to drive too far
Just ’cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man’s got a problem
He live with the bottle that’s the way it is
He says his body’s too old for working
I say his body’s too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody’s got to take care of him
So I quit school and that’s what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain’t got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted
We’ll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tracy-chapman/140283.html
"Fast Car" - Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won’t have to drive too far
Just ’cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man’s got a problem
He live with the bottle that’s the way it is
He says his body’s too old for working
I say his body’s too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody’s got to take care of him
So I quit school and that’s what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain’t got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted
We’ll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tracy-chapman/140283.html
Heritage time!
Traditional loud, drunken Polish birthday song! Did you know it is more common for the birthday person to throw their own party rather then to have one thrown for them?
I tried to locate a version of the Russian one, "Mnogaya Leta," which is the entire lyric and translates as "Many Many Years." It gets repeated three times (loudly, and often in public to the puzzlement of those around us, which I have alluded to in earlier entries.) It is, actually found in many liturgical sites as a Christmas song. Oddly enough, it also appears on this site as a downloadable ring tone and I have no clue how to deal with it. Can I get it on my cheap ass phone?
Fun cultural exchange night over!
Traditional loud, drunken Polish birthday song! Did you know it is more common for the birthday person to throw their own party rather then to have one thrown for them?
I tried to locate a version of the Russian one, "Mnogaya Leta," which is the entire lyric and translates as "Many Many Years." It gets repeated three times (loudly, and often in public to the puzzlement of those around us, which I have alluded to in earlier entries.) It is, actually found in many liturgical sites as a Christmas song. Oddly enough, it also appears on this site as a downloadable ring tone and I have no clue how to deal with it. Can I get it on my cheap ass phone?
Fun cultural exchange night over!
Bitch bitch bitch
Maybe it's some kind of reverse Midas touch....and i just turn stuff to shit.
Needed to do resumes and some other very important legal papers.
Passed out on the couch instead and awoke literally unable to process the fact that it was 2 AM.
Fuck. Where's that porn, again?
Am I even in the mood? Now that's pretty bad.
sometimes there's stuff so viciously awful you can't even talk about it. Or talk about talking about it. Or turn it into cheery bits.
Blah. Bring me my drugs, knave! And some flavored seltzer! Har!
Maybe it's some kind of reverse Midas touch....and i just turn stuff to shit.
Needed to do resumes and some other very important legal papers.
Passed out on the couch instead and awoke literally unable to process the fact that it was 2 AM.
Fuck. Where's that porn, again?
Am I even in the mood? Now that's pretty bad.
sometimes there's stuff so viciously awful you can't even talk about it. Or talk about talking about it. Or turn it into cheery bits.
Blah. Bring me my drugs, knave! And some flavored seltzer! Har!
Cliche? Perhaps.
So I blew out of work early, feeling abjectly miserable, physically and emotionally, and went to my local sushi bar for soup, sashimi, tea and absolutely no sympathy. And I delved back into the "Vagina Monologues." And it made me cry. Cry buckets, for all those women who'd been hurt, clearly. Who'd been raped, "circumcised" and physically abused to be sure. And for some perverse reason, cried for the women who were just numb. Who wouldn't, couldn't feel. Who didn't know, what it was like to have an orgasm. I mean, this was unfathomable to me. Not to be able to give one to yourself; not to know your own self? Not to realize that knowing your own body was a form of beauty that no one could fucking validate or invalidate on your behalf? And there were stories of that. And there were stories of women who, despite themselves (ha!), found the man that made them feel beautiful, against all better judgment and political-feminist-correctness. And it made me think of how fucking lucky, fortunate and wonderful that was. And how much beauty and power and joy and luck and wonder there is in knowing your own body, and how much beauty and power and joy and luck and wonder there is in sharing it with the right person...and the tears fell into my soup and my book went into my purse and long letters and missives were contemplated and instead I went to bed, and then fell to sleep, slowly, quickly...
So I blew out of work early, feeling abjectly miserable, physically and emotionally, and went to my local sushi bar for soup, sashimi, tea and absolutely no sympathy. And I delved back into the "Vagina Monologues." And it made me cry. Cry buckets, for all those women who'd been hurt, clearly. Who'd been raped, "circumcised" and physically abused to be sure. And for some perverse reason, cried for the women who were just numb. Who wouldn't, couldn't feel. Who didn't know, what it was like to have an orgasm. I mean, this was unfathomable to me. Not to be able to give one to yourself; not to know your own self? Not to realize that knowing your own body was a form of beauty that no one could fucking validate or invalidate on your behalf? And there were stories of that. And there were stories of women who, despite themselves (ha!), found the man that made them feel beautiful, against all better judgment and political-feminist-correctness. And it made me think of how fucking lucky, fortunate and wonderful that was. And how much beauty and power and joy and luck and wonder there is in knowing your own body, and how much beauty and power and joy and luck and wonder there is in sharing it with the right person...and the tears fell into my soup and my book went into my purse and long letters and missives were contemplated and instead I went to bed, and then fell to sleep, slowly, quickly...
reach out and touch someone....
There's something about going through your old email address book on the "change your address" quest that's quite a bit of fun! And I'm nowhere near done. (Haven't done the boring ones, for things like Amazon, etc, blah blah).
Sure, there's lots of deleting to be done. Lots of odd bounce-backs, that you wonder about for a moment. But, sometimes you trigger responses from the long-lost!
Got a couple notes today from old friends that made me smile. One was a bit sad (he's had bad news from home, alas, and has to leave NY for the time being) but it was terribly nice to hear from him, and had kind words. One was just, welll, terribly nice to hear from.
Unexpected smiling to myself.....har!
There's something about going through your old email address book on the "change your address" quest that's quite a bit of fun! And I'm nowhere near done. (Haven't done the boring ones, for things like Amazon, etc, blah blah).
Sure, there's lots of deleting to be done. Lots of odd bounce-backs, that you wonder about for a moment. But, sometimes you trigger responses from the long-lost!
Got a couple notes today from old friends that made me smile. One was a bit sad (he's had bad news from home, alas, and has to leave NY for the time being) but it was terribly nice to hear from him, and had kind words. One was just, welll, terribly nice to hear from.
Unexpected smiling to myself.....har!
Good Quotes i just heard....
"Cool is the antithesis of comedy...Then again, so is the word 'antithesis'" - Colin Quinn
That special on Richard Pryor is on Comedy Central right now. It's awesome.
I should be asleep but I'm drinking Scotch (mmmmmmm) and applying for corporate jobs (boooooooo).
And I am certainly not here to talk about my feeeeeeelings.
Fuck that. Oh, fuck fuck fuck that.
But I would, however, do Colin Quinn. Think he likes Glenlivet? mmmmmmm!
Colin Quinn, si. Denis Leary, no. Sigh.
"I ain't dead yet, motherfucker." - Richard Pryor
Pregnancy test jokes, si. Tampax jokes, no.
Call me when I make some g-damn sense.
one final thought -
"When you are on fire and running down the street, people will get out of your way" - Richard Pryor
another final quoate (I've used this before, I just can't sleep)
"Before you go out and change the world, you have to ask yourself, "What do you really want?"
- Kevin Spacey, "Swimming with Sharks"
Yeah, that's a good one.
"Cool is the antithesis of comedy...Then again, so is the word 'antithesis'" - Colin Quinn
That special on Richard Pryor is on Comedy Central right now. It's awesome.
I should be asleep but I'm drinking Scotch (mmmmmmm) and applying for corporate jobs (boooooooo).
And I am certainly not here to talk about my feeeeeeelings.
Fuck that. Oh, fuck fuck fuck that.
But I would, however, do Colin Quinn. Think he likes Glenlivet? mmmmmmm!
Colin Quinn, si. Denis Leary, no. Sigh.
"I ain't dead yet, motherfucker." - Richard Pryor
Pregnancy test jokes, si. Tampax jokes, no.
Call me when I make some g-damn sense.
one final thought -
"When you are on fire and running down the street, people will get out of your way" - Richard Pryor
another final quoate (I've used this before, I just can't sleep)
"Before you go out and change the world, you have to ask yourself, "What do you really want?"
- Kevin Spacey, "Swimming with Sharks"
Yeah, that's a good one.
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