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Archive for February, 2001

 
|| February 20, 2001 || 2:03 pm || Comments (0) ||

As I am sometimes known to do, I did an eensy-weensy little click through and…

Who says the revolution has to be boring? Right ON.

Most of it is not the standard icky feminist fare, and I believe that I quite like it.

 
|| February 19, 2001 || 12:40 am || Comments (0) ||

I loved the movie, but don’t we think this is a little much, kiddos?

Curiousity slays the nice kitty, though…I may have to order the book. I’ll leave it to you guys to pool yer nickels and get me the shirt for my birthday, alllrrrigggghteeee?

Failing that, you could always get buy me a gift certificate so’s I can make my own shampoo.

 
|| February 17, 2001 || 11:08 am || Comments (0) ||

I have set my cheeeep lighter to blowtorch dimensions. It spits out no less than three inches of flame each and every time I flick it.

The looks on people’s faces are priceless.

 
|| February 17, 2001 || 11:06 am || Comments (0) ||

I feel like an Andrew Wyeth painting today. Or maybe life just feels like one of his paintings, and I am stuck in there.

At any rate, “West Window” and “Mother Archie’s Church” come to mind.

 
|| February 17, 2001 || 12:56 am || Comments (0) ||

Welllll, I tried walking around looking like a train wreck all day. ~~Normally people are inspired by horror. They feel the need to check it out…~~ Didn’t work. I guess mostly because I didn’t do much walking around. Mostly lying around. In bed. Lots of covers. Lost in them. No rest for the weary and all that shit. Pbbbbllllllttttthh.

So now I am wearing my sweatpants inside out. I kinda like it. I may set a new trend in this household, perhaps even the world! MWA-HA-HA! I shall have my revenge, my pretties. You shall have your reward. Or something. Please send e-mails of concern containing mucho narcotics and probing questions with regard to my sanity. Or just make fun of me. That seems to be quite effective as well.

DAMNIT, I seemed to have missed both of the late night/early morning showings of “Roseanne”. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN.

 
|| February 17, 2001 || 12:49 am || Comments (0) ||

All around me I see what weakness has made

Too much tomorrow I think I’ll take all today

Am I a poison, Am I a thorn in the side

Am I picture perfect subject tonight

I don’t need nobody

I don’t need the weight of words

To crash on thru

I don’t need nobody

I just need to learn the depth

Or doubt of faith to fall into

Here I slumber to awaken my daze

I find convenience in this savior I save

Am I a prison, Am I a source of dire news

Am I a picture perfect reason for you

I don’t need nobody

I don’t need the weight of words

To crash on thru

I don’t need nobody

I just need to learn the depth or doubt

Of faith to fall into

In this time of substitute

It’s my needs I’ve answered to (All the while)

And the hope that I invest

Still turns to signals of distress (All the while)

Collective Soul, “Needs”

 
|| February 16, 2001 || 1:51 pm || Comments (0) ||

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Lee
Inn
Ate
Ed.

Deep
Rest.

FUCKED.