tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611042333074158132024-03-05T03:23:34.234-05:00shut up oceanFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-21592308509364576252011-11-24T00:11:00.002-05:002011-11-24T00:13:24.555-05:00if you have any sense at all you will read the comments on our posts on this blog ...because i just did and they are fucking ridiculous ... someone get us both a lobotomy immediatelyFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-33132547164653175442011-04-25T14:33:00.007-04:002011-04-25T15:09:07.312-04:00everything is everything is nothing so shut up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuaK6yDWQziB_FUJwWLAooUSTx2FZCIJRHqzjxeCfvgHQnGfnXHBVIwM36TzShbFiVPwxAbyXkZbTU9QzR_XS4e0FbaWzExMh7_UQSE9Ep0KGXeJaR_3-bIoUc8faS7M3OAzEm_FYsA/s1600/tumblr_ks29ucRME41qzbnpio1_1280.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuaK6yDWQziB_FUJwWLAooUSTx2FZCIJRHqzjxeCfvgHQnGfnXHBVIwM36TzShbFiVPwxAbyXkZbTU9QzR_XS4e0FbaWzExMh7_UQSE9Ep0KGXeJaR_3-bIoUc8faS7M3OAzEm_FYsA/s320/tumblr_ks29ucRME41qzbnpio1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599600111321789570" /></a><br />i have been laying in bed a lot lately...for a lot of different reasons...some sweet some sad but a lot because i've been sick for almost 2 months.<br /><br /> i woke up this morning and realized that i have just been a shell of myself.... so useless and energy-less... i feel like i have a layer of ice and feathers and rocks and marshmallows covering my brain and body...i am starting to get freaked<br /><br /> a lot of things have been happening fast around me but i have yet to catch up...because i spend most of my time blowing my nose! How can you climb a tree , do witchcraft, bake someone you love a pie, write a letter, read a book, go on an adventure, plant a garden, tame a wild cat, visit your mother or be interesting at all when you feel like your blood is poison? <br /><br />YOU CAN'T. <br /><br />this is why i am trying to hatch a plan to get well now ..like today..like RIGHT NOW.. because i have so much to do. I have to fall in love with the living world again...and i need to do it NOW! i came up with something in my sleep that involves a fist full of money, a midnight airplane ride and a bowl of figs and honey... aaaand a night time walk over the best bridge my eyes have ever known...i think it might work! <br /><br />when i walked outside the other morning the sweetest someone said to me "do you smell that? it smells like spring" i couldn't...i couldn't breathe...and spring is my favorite time to be alive... i want to smell the air and hold hands and pick flowers from other peoples yard (but just 1..i'm not a glutton you jerk), i want to clean my fucking house and then i want to eat a carrot and listen to one hundred records... i want all the good things in the whole world but i especially want to wake up feeling real in my bones...crossing all fingers. wish me luckFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-76125793597676347752010-12-23T02:52:00.003-05:002010-12-23T02:57:03.784-05:00what i did when you weren't looking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8P9rdO8JkiYAfLK69jNIa6Z8QrSO_g90oAnzsXeNp7lrT6qLsokwJUNa98WVXWKmbuZTEgerQJVTtE6xv2igKaU-2uP6hxAWcU_zRLluuIW63_YS8pJwpFOghPlUH81RExURgTALhPw/s1600/tumblr_kt33xhsB761qzway3o1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8P9rdO8JkiYAfLK69jNIa6Z8QrSO_g90oAnzsXeNp7lrT6qLsokwJUNa98WVXWKmbuZTEgerQJVTtE6xv2igKaU-2uP6hxAWcU_zRLluuIW63_YS8pJwpFOghPlUH81RExURgTALhPw/s320/tumblr_kt33xhsB761qzway3o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553783187722777362" /></a><br />i lost it all and watched it goFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-70476473265699996242010-10-03T15:58:00.001-04:002010-10-03T16:00:05.490-04:00I'm here to help<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qzrgXL0zsKg?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qzrgXL0zsKg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />My friend Tim showed me this, and now I am showing you, Friends Forever, so that you can learn a thing or two about the terrible and embarrassing habit you are trying to develop.Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-69982954861382843802010-09-10T19:00:00.003-04:002010-09-10T19:44:58.348-04:002009 was our yearif you are just stumbling on this blog might i suggest (or force) you to skip this bullshit from 2010 and get right to the sweet sweet love of 2009... for real dude... 2010 was the year of snake pit mind traps and the electric boogaloo performed by geriatric coke fiends... bad news...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qhxM0wZFUJA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qhxM0wZFUJA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />I specialize in creepin' toooo!!!!!!!!!!Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-5679907355454491392010-09-10T01:45:00.002-04:002010-09-10T01:47:10.615-04:00internet porn for the modern lady<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAYWm0Mi0xcbzl5QyOmu9RoSbTrI26JvIpum5059NDXitnVrT585HQUfLCYBVMJJogGIYp7SjPzUyLHJVOoOjyS9HswJ037b5TxyOBID-1rxalZTj66cZibVPUio54IpUPyJjaqx-7A/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAYWm0Mi0xcbzl5QyOmu9RoSbTrI26JvIpum5059NDXitnVrT585HQUfLCYBVMJJogGIYp7SjPzUyLHJVOoOjyS9HswJ037b5TxyOBID-1rxalZTj66cZibVPUio54IpUPyJjaqx-7A/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515157152590432690" /></a>Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-86748470116780217282010-08-24T03:36:00.004-04:002010-09-10T01:56:02.752-04:00hello and hi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmknUWBC-1MBomfq42OAUB3BOF7O0X1ih51SWjvD5GH1eJiGIjc2qRfKCBLwncPHwzJPRnDq47lfl5xchIzRXm6Q6w53KWRQxUJcbzS8VN7e8HSmsrQAT9b11IfNFmiy_iqWWySFdZMw/s1600/facial-tattoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmknUWBC-1MBomfq42OAUB3BOF7O0X1ih51SWjvD5GH1eJiGIjc2qRfKCBLwncPHwzJPRnDq47lfl5xchIzRXm6Q6w53KWRQxUJcbzS8VN7e8HSmsrQAT9b11IfNFmiy_iqWWySFdZMw/s320/facial-tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515159523087129122" /></a><br />do you know what's crazy?<br />EVERYTHING! seriously.. this is true. i decided a month ago that it was the first day of the rest of my life.. and it was really awesome.. i felt all blah blah blah...<br /><br />then i found a four leaf clover (that i subsequently decided to press and then forgot where i put it..so now i cant even use it's precious powers ) whatever. i started carrying a chunk of labradorite in my pocket and listening to a whole shit load of soul music...<br /><br /> now... i am obviously a fucking weirdo (see previous 1 million posts) but i'm the kind of weirdo who is aware of what a i am ..and laughs at myself for using "animal spirit medicine cards" to read my future, or putting pennies in my shoe... but with this whole rest of my life bullshit kick i'm on.. i am spending a lot of time rolling my eyes at myself when i feel like putting quartz crystals in my drinking water... whatever gets you through i guess...<br /><br />it's been a weird time in my life...the last few years have brought about a lot of crazy changes good and bad.. but i have spent enough time living in those moments and am ready to move on to the next thing... and i needed to kick myself in the face a little bit to get the ball rolling... hence my crazy ass idea to start a new day... so far it's been pretty awesome... except the part where i got a full face tattoo... oh well... you can't win em' allFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-39954178079406843562010-06-08T03:42:00.006-04:002010-07-09T06:43:15.797-04:00glass vampire planet ...the epic story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ybytqGhYAIi8mOckns9BCSl7f6ddq-yG9YgatzCydrsNVm6mKEZkwyPmfNpznKtBKlgAmxne3iftRc_kTK7oZ1AsDy4tqaVka25CCM3fzvxGQbkSgxMpk5JYPZNS3hWWettOH_Tq0Q/s1600/Moschusrattenkaengurus-drawing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ybytqGhYAIi8mOckns9BCSl7f6ddq-yG9YgatzCydrsNVm6mKEZkwyPmfNpznKtBKlgAmxne3iftRc_kTK7oZ1AsDy4tqaVka25CCM3fzvxGQbkSgxMpk5JYPZNS3hWWettOH_Tq0Q/s320/Moschusrattenkaengurus-drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491854922411705506" /></a><br /> there is a woman that i know from my workplace that i adore. <br /><br />she is lovely, kind and creative fist and schizophrenic second... even in her delusions she is sweet and intuitive and careful and full of some kind of understanding that you don't find in many people. She knits and sews and makes jewelry..<br /><br />she believes she is part pterodactyl with long horn teeth. she is part human and part rat with gills. she took a lie detector test and found out she is 67 years old. she hides on land that is off the grid to keep her safe until she can catch the snake that has been tormenting her. she does hard work feeding large animals to larger animals....<br /> <br />the first time i met her i had just moved home from somewhere far away... i was happy to be home but longing for everything i had left too... it was my second day back when she came in to my shop. she looked me in the eye and said " do you ever grow bigger than your space? have you ever been driven out by how big you have become? sometimes you need to go where you can get your next set of teeth. that's how you know you are growing. and we are growing...you are growing"<br /><br /> she went on to explain how fucking hard and painful and weird it is to grow out of the space you have grown accustom to being in. she explained how even if it is super shitty and it leaves you outside 90% of the time you have to do it. i think about it all the time. i had to do it too... her version of this is so much different than mine... hard and scary in different ways... <br /><br />i later found out from her family that around the time she said this to me ..she had left the shelter she was living in...and went back to the streets...<br />in days and weeks after that conversation she would come in and tell me how things were hard... but she was making it through... she told me she was just moving on to the next step... she also went through a break up and told me how she went from the warmth of being on the inside of knowing someone to the coldest rattle in her chest... she had so many things going on in her world ...but she always had this sense of understanding that it wouldn't stay that way forever.... <br /><br />to be continued......Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-73067051516059465642010-03-18T00:54:00.004-04:002010-03-18T01:07:05.565-04:00can you freeze cheese<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fDM-0wAbWoYoil3ipoui2MD_XN29mhc3JV6fv34ZA_7Vxy_uLc3BfqaO0-UP1qD06MLA7A79wGcbdTCv7DMKR4HhyphenhyphenNqyxI_o43GA5cRpX5J1uS1Kq5Ugt08rkWit-6_8u3t6YpyeKQ/s1600-h/vintage-phone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fDM-0wAbWoYoil3ipoui2MD_XN29mhc3JV6fv34ZA_7Vxy_uLc3BfqaO0-UP1qD06MLA7A79wGcbdTCv7DMKR4HhyphenhyphenNqyxI_o43GA5cRpX5J1uS1Kq5Ugt08rkWit-6_8u3t6YpyeKQ/s320/vintage-phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449835968568229666" /></a><br /><br />i have spent the last few days having really bad times on the phone. i keep having awkward conversations and hanging up with a bad taste in my mouth. i really and truly hate the phone but for some reason i am finding myself on it soooo soooo soooo much. can't i just see you and tell you all of the things i have to say? i have so many facial gestures that you are missing when the phone is involved. and forget it if someone is in a bad mood and you are talking to them on "the devils tin can" everything gets fucked and you might as well go bob for razor blades. i quit. write me a letter. come over. or send someone with a telegram... i wish it was easier to say words into a machine.Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-15877715199678320182010-01-27T19:36:00.004-05:002010-01-27T21:37:25.691-05:00what to do if you think you are loosing your mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmkM-aLUICUeM-XHwfKUrgkfRP00jdNbflETIHk_v8FvxciHJDuuMEAxAA6baIkhcHVSt06Fbawo0xGe6Qk3lt_GWpDGiv5p7EswORkyfpVSBIQ5VskDU9k-Tv1O0GLUyZsbqMXXNSQ/s1600-h/salt-n-pepa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmkM-aLUICUeM-XHwfKUrgkfRP00jdNbflETIHk_v8FvxciHJDuuMEAxAA6baIkhcHVSt06Fbawo0xGe6Qk3lt_GWpDGiv5p7EswORkyfpVSBIQ5VskDU9k-Tv1O0GLUyZsbqMXXNSQ/s320/salt-n-pepa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431614236786313522" /></a><br />1. spend all your babysitting money on fancy booze ... then never open the bottles.. just look at them and wish you had the will to drink more<br /><br />2. sit on a tiny stool (and by tiny i mean child size) in your kitchen to eat dinner..or really to do anything at all... read a book, bake cookies, devise evil plans of various sorts ... everything looks different when you are sitting on a tiny stool in the kitchen..even the inside of your own mind<br /><br />3. sleep with your head a the foot of your bed.. htis tricks your sleeping brain into believing that while you slept.. you turned into someone else..so when you wake up you might be able to live a different life...yessssss!<br /><br />4. never go home right after work... walk the streets aimlesslly, start making friends with the homeless lady that seemes to have a psychic connection with you and hang out with her... you will learn SO many things about growing multiple sets of teeth.. sewing up your gills so mean girls wont know you are a giant rat with gills and vampire teeth... and how to feed large animals to larger animals... this will calm you immensely in times of strife <br /><br />5. walk 200 miles a day..quicky... so quickly that no one could ever catch up with you..even if you set out on said walk with soemone..it will remind you that we all travel alone...ALONE BITCHES!<br /><br />6. post totally bonkers really depressing shit on the blog that you have been neglecting... that way all the people in NORWAY who google somthing weird to find your blog will know whats really up with americans...thy all want to eat a tiny sandwich that simulates a lobotomy !!!!!!<br /><br />ohhhhhh shiiiiiitFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-60679750232334576982010-01-26T01:47:00.002-05:002010-01-26T01:50:10.050-05:00I am having a terrible time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m_EY5tUdmHqNkWdYoNZ56wJuziv5LFSZFbY955oxx-CsLgVXJx2PkNGtghMsLWIHZDcUhCcdu-0Lab15WoWshHjNk5WNYdeAvaUdzQpX_nio7ZmYDSf6TOv8K1d2SfKpamNOp1eqLQ/s1600-h/528700811_fbb8552e1a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m_EY5tUdmHqNkWdYoNZ56wJuziv5LFSZFbY955oxx-CsLgVXJx2PkNGtghMsLWIHZDcUhCcdu-0Lab15WoWshHjNk5WNYdeAvaUdzQpX_nio7ZmYDSf6TOv8K1d2SfKpamNOp1eqLQ/s320/528700811_fbb8552e1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430937187952929810" /></a><br />this is what the inside of my own mind looks like...it's not pretty folks.. it's just not prettyFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-82608000888019246862009-10-13T20:40:00.010-04:002009-10-13T21:10:13.920-04:00Horrible Bats!!!!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQy_GLAAslZhf_i3YFhUas_-wXwtAl-ipMDgAE627Va3yEHeX5drxOp32RTZSq5Cp0Sa2wpacz9rUrl_O456jNvV8sAKpzJEkAIT4TFmGy3fxh1XKR8JPj28Kqopu0MqLfzszrD7RvCg/s1600-h/DSCN7416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQy_GLAAslZhf_i3YFhUas_-wXwtAl-ipMDgAE627Va3yEHeX5drxOp32RTZSq5Cp0Sa2wpacz9rUrl_O456jNvV8sAKpzJEkAIT4TFmGy3fxh1XKR8JPj28Kqopu0MqLfzszrD7RvCg/s320/DSCN7416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392253622034069554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo3M1wWhRUnOs6d9nt-cifbF8-JMvlGPJnFgqZFBZXDRKbodqfcfnm8s3XqzuLXc_dc_D0fuQkv28fyE6kDMniAVZtS1F1c8sB_UHQyMJrYEXLrLboaecyrj3CNvNoBUz1xYyF8Q7Zg/s1600-h/DSCN7410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo3M1wWhRUnOs6d9nt-cifbF8-JMvlGPJnFgqZFBZXDRKbodqfcfnm8s3XqzuLXc_dc_D0fuQkv28fyE6kDMniAVZtS1F1c8sB_UHQyMJrYEXLrLboaecyrj3CNvNoBUz1xYyF8Q7Zg/s320/DSCN7410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392253083725607746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYt3YO_ssh3FMZXQ_KUpbG0YcF5kD4sT89caHuPYgG61OcRn2-oZN3-RCWA8pOaI1mssLuXG_U3o-AujpCohbVQ_6pQD-bHrC4H4ASi7hZstW_IUjT2h-AXqEEo0p5rYCOR5QvNQALww/s1600-h/DSCN7432.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYt3YO_ssh3FMZXQ_KUpbG0YcF5kD4sT89caHuPYgG61OcRn2-oZN3-RCWA8pOaI1mssLuXG_U3o-AujpCohbVQ_6pQD-bHrC4H4ASi7hZstW_IUjT2h-AXqEEo0p5rYCOR5QvNQALww/s320/DSCN7432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392252092028270034" /></a><br />it's almost Halloween and today i went to a pumpkin patch...this is my favorite thing to do in life..i will tell you why...<br /><br />Halloween is the only time of year where no one looks at you weird when you talk about how haunted your mind is... they think you are being "seasonal" or something...ha! little do they know i am totally fucking bonkers!!!!!! <br /><br />Picking out my perfect pumpkin meshes my aesthetic obsessions with some real talk o.c.d.... the possibilities are endless.. you can wander around in a daze comparing and contrasting shape texture size color etc... and you get filthy ...so you need to wash your hands a billion times ..jack pot!!!!<br /><br />so this pumpkin patch i went to had: emus, a lama, rams, goats chickens turkeys rabbits and a whole bunch of other stinky and sweet farm animals..including this nice cow named "drinky"! (click photo to enlarge)<br /><br /> i was in heaven! i bought a emu egg for $5 which i considered quite the bargain.... but the thing that really impressed me was these horrible bats.... H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E!<br /><br />apparently this was inspirational to others because later i was told by a loved one (and i quote) "you have a bonfire behind both eyes and horrible bats in the attic" thanks jerk!Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-1695837050497584452009-10-13T20:31:00.002-04:002009-10-17T13:54:44.107-04:00blog neglect makes the baby jesus cry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQZBfKDfACmxkEIMuqgCl0sav6o3FrrzEv5s_mD7feJhqmhQihsOJT-fsuDdKviSGuvj37gZK-DPzMPFBRJo9-iPvvy6dFxI7L6bg2xJmvM8EvMhWWiyhztROSjkemDSA5TmlFgKuQA/s1600-h/6a00d8341c1c4c53ef0115714f696a970c-800wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQZBfKDfACmxkEIMuqgCl0sav6o3FrrzEv5s_mD7feJhqmhQihsOJT-fsuDdKviSGuvj37gZK-DPzMPFBRJo9-iPvvy6dFxI7L6bg2xJmvM8EvMhWWiyhztROSjkemDSA5TmlFgKuQA/s320/6a00d8341c1c4c53ef0115714f696a970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392248814572240722" /></a><br />Crystal Lil and I are total human jerks! we never put out the nice dishes for company..we swear..she smokes...we see hookers on the regular.. and we NEVER EVER EVER blog anymore! well my little babies...that is all gunna change! i know i am always full of false promises...but!!!!! i am hoping to make good on this shit! yahhhhhhh! bog 'till i bleeeed! (but i am still not using any punctuation ...and fuck spell check! you can't get everything you want bitch!)Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-87632068065408482582009-09-22T23:08:00.001-04:002009-09-22T23:08:26.083-04:00pretend he's the bad guy<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z--ntETyNYo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z--ntETyNYo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />discuss.Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-31252336456750043372009-09-08T21:15:00.005-04:002009-09-08T21:22:46.029-04:00spank me Anthony Bourdain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEoDBG7m3HECRlCvwx-oSU6o_juORnC0-hhjpx2NrjrKngDSeqE9umae7iWJpBKuWbrqRhHYWDE0TaNuE1IyxM0h1Twn7d7WrwIALFFBkXnMkHuj5bAxrl0LFKGNyV5GlYvFzs_uCHg/s1600-h/blog-bourdain-rock-star.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEoDBG7m3HECRlCvwx-oSU6o_juORnC0-hhjpx2NrjrKngDSeqE9umae7iWJpBKuWbrqRhHYWDE0TaNuE1IyxM0h1Twn7d7WrwIALFFBkXnMkHuj5bAxrl0LFKGNyV5GlYvFzs_uCHg/s320/blog-bourdain-rock-star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379271514382164322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEias5YGbtBxnBg57kQWuBmQI0TopFkRPJi5LAvlLGeBgwdIQCSb94gFVVrtQTW9LX3Nr6JI6AbWCoC_yQ1agu6fvKUH40Omd8bwlXnGoBQlDA9Ehm8d8xiKiWl4jmjeLdzKMskafiAAUA/s1600-h/bourdain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEias5YGbtBxnBg57kQWuBmQI0TopFkRPJi5LAvlLGeBgwdIQCSb94gFVVrtQTW9LX3Nr6JI6AbWCoC_yQ1agu6fvKUH40Omd8bwlXnGoBQlDA9Ehm8d8xiKiWl4jmjeLdzKMskafiAAUA/s320/bourdain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379271436542065874" /></a><br />have i ever mentioned to the internet how i want Anthony Bourdain to frazz the living hell out of me? Well i'm gunna tell you right now buster.... can we arrange a spanking please?<br />He HATES vegitarians so it might be a bit of a problem for me...but for real... i know i am among many many women who want to be brutally dominated by this silver haired fuck machiene... he is such a snarky bitch... i wanna piece y'all.Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-28418201881123536142009-09-01T18:18:00.004-04:002009-09-01T18:49:00.861-04:00lifes little questions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ydAExgyD2pMy5d6t7YccP_yOSj4OEYlnzABAp96b3Eo9loHJ-XB1_uNhpmIaAx4wc6rgC7SIsjIhtVVSQMlMySbdaEQ68hCRSEQ8inhare-fTr-rTOX__v6oj9cAz2jwRUcAc14XCQ/s1600-h/crazy_woman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ydAExgyD2pMy5d6t7YccP_yOSj4OEYlnzABAp96b3Eo9loHJ-XB1_uNhpmIaAx4wc6rgC7SIsjIhtVVSQMlMySbdaEQ68hCRSEQ8inhare-fTr-rTOX__v6oj9cAz2jwRUcAc14XCQ/s320/crazy_woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634727079016546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWOamGG7NUMkvTyHhvbNqpNTgTXC-7Ggm5TYi8Mq4IKm2QYICpvqa7vIZyURL2eBFS65NNTT2szYuMZs4Xz8mUF16rZmy0zudbdwcJABbptEQamwZ-aVClP07uT4-RRPWXa9ToPjsbA/s1600-h/burden062107s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWOamGG7NUMkvTyHhvbNqpNTgTXC-7Ggm5TYi8Mq4IKm2QYICpvqa7vIZyURL2eBFS65NNTT2szYuMZs4Xz8mUF16rZmy0zudbdwcJABbptEQamwZ-aVClP07uT4-RRPWXa9ToPjsbA/s320/burden062107s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376634599816127490" /></a><br />here is one i have been pondering for a few days now:<br /><br /> is it a good idea to let you 62 year old bipolar mother go on a "road trip" by herself for 3 weeks in which she plans to quit smoking after 44 years and go on a gem hunting expedition? huh? is it? <br /><br /> She hasn't been camping in about 15 years... and she informed us that she feels kinda invincible right now... did i mention that she is 5 feet tall and weighs 105 pounds? needless to say i am losing my fucking mind.... the idea of her on a manic low wandering around in uncharted rocky terrain ...nic fitting ...and feeling alone on this planet is tooooo much. what the shit?Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-74092068649372826292009-08-26T12:08:00.001-04:002009-08-26T12:10:41.840-04:00wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmksE27nQV0YahVb-lif5rAejVGMFMylPK6Ua9CzKvbCqAWdBMXBp9oD29XThEt50XXwwHQXwSfc-fy19KJoSz10355B1IYF3_Fyde2mSD_qaulhHWbaBTlZPSrmFenqLn03TVSZjaWA/s1600-h/2943061684_3103f7d0b6_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmksE27nQV0YahVb-lif5rAejVGMFMylPK6Ua9CzKvbCqAWdBMXBp9oD29XThEt50XXwwHQXwSfc-fy19KJoSz10355B1IYF3_Fyde2mSD_qaulhHWbaBTlZPSrmFenqLn03TVSZjaWA/s320/2943061684_3103f7d0b6_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374305152024945778" /></a><br /><br /><br />you should have seen tuesdayFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-36843334606227307172009-08-20T01:00:00.000-04:002009-08-20T01:02:07.196-04:00I've been learning a lot about beauty lately<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1sHfDOZ2hg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1sHfDOZ2hg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-92119626630399493272009-08-04T03:35:00.005-04:002009-08-04T03:44:26.107-04:00rumors confirmed:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHUUkAHpwTyyZLHoh51p6ZPYyGKJic4U1Tzme9O13WE_bM_fHZgdkF7IK36gR46zkmUg-qUFRPO72hJ5gJBrF4YnHtfm0L-yETN6PBINve5E4b8hXDwW-Uk51K5TypephHWJ-hNWnXw/s1600-h/kathe-kruse-rucksack-mimi-backpack-girl-246x406.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHUUkAHpwTyyZLHoh51p6ZPYyGKJic4U1Tzme9O13WE_bM_fHZgdkF7IK36gR46zkmUg-qUFRPO72hJ5gJBrF4YnHtfm0L-yETN6PBINve5E4b8hXDwW-Uk51K5TypephHWJ-hNWnXw/s320/kathe-kruse-rucksack-mimi-backpack-girl-246x406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366011182062177618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZt9YVqVWjZPZESla0SO_oDBbojRq9C3TK4J4IkzNKJHvycuBd1DapoNlTLPJaKZ6Cd58jMK9gf7tfxEpCXtdp3oXlgA4BfxVF5FjGDOi_8PvGkQPM6WA831iUvHSddm-FDEjEo9T5Dg/s1600-h/oj_simpson_narrowweb__300x4720.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZt9YVqVWjZPZESla0SO_oDBbojRq9C3TK4J4IkzNKJHvycuBd1DapoNlTLPJaKZ6Cd58jMK9gf7tfxEpCXtdp3oXlgA4BfxVF5FjGDOi_8PvGkQPM6WA831iUvHSddm-FDEjEo9T5Dg/s320/oj_simpson_narrowweb__300x4720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366011060522365570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oUDT8lInlLa4ztOx7dJs7vySyjGnG70yFZn-0nkcO9vEY0e_qh8-zHeV3Y1CUFnsCYE5oerRfM_35CsrPS2dHvLuvtPHbbVMsqd2wLhy9fVm_G-8MMqJBLg7IKMsTLHsGNLIwBxciQ/s1600-h/tazmanian-devil-unicorn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9oUDT8lInlLa4ztOx7dJs7vySyjGnG70yFZn-0nkcO9vEY0e_qh8-zHeV3Y1CUFnsCYE5oerRfM_35CsrPS2dHvLuvtPHbbVMsqd2wLhy9fVm_G-8MMqJBLg7IKMsTLHsGNLIwBxciQ/s320/tazmanian-devil-unicorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366010975643526434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ42eGtcUC-SS5AV3-K1Rg9mmpM3mQKJ3DFtraQGy01VYw4tywxSAgzERNeUudAoivFd-7e5goGI4ZPSpMs1bn2CVL1qyk30Mq_m9yawk8f-MHDgL7m1sn9yLpyTWO9r8_9GH2XEUTbg/s1600-h/crocks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ42eGtcUC-SS5AV3-K1Rg9mmpM3mQKJ3DFtraQGy01VYw4tywxSAgzERNeUudAoivFd-7e5goGI4ZPSpMs1bn2CVL1qyk30Mq_m9yawk8f-MHDgL7m1sn9yLpyTWO9r8_9GH2XEUTbg/s320/crocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366010882786131810" /></a><br />EVERYTHING IS STUPID.... ON THIS EARTHFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-987215926108204742009-07-31T02:32:00.002-04:002009-07-31T02:35:34.415-04:00i am a lazy blog jerk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMREGa9Ddm916M5RVXOe7nkWE9HUrJYnVWgZtwVpK0Y7PMC8VQ5iyvQemoxxzU_M1871U3htTTlRNEUW1_VLaiLEoKNOdAuJcsG-2qRsu9LJKW5lhIWaghyphenhyphenaWGjx47tPMCOIuN-tUPQ/s1600-h/sleeping_dog-13062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMREGa9Ddm916M5RVXOe7nkWE9HUrJYnVWgZtwVpK0Y7PMC8VQ5iyvQemoxxzU_M1871U3htTTlRNEUW1_VLaiLEoKNOdAuJcsG-2qRsu9LJKW5lhIWaghyphenhyphenaWGjx47tPMCOIuN-tUPQ/s320/sleeping_dog-13062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364508666498437202" /></a>it is so hot and summery... i have been neglecting my blog duties.... but hold tight people of the blog world.... i have more asshole things to say.. but i have to go swimming first...Friends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-69991624487271493622009-07-29T00:21:00.005-04:002009-07-29T00:50:03.998-04:00the most haunted places I have ever been in my life, part 1!Turns out I am a total baby when the temp reaches triple digits. Even though my only ordeal in life this week is to figure out who's going to the river with me and when we're going, I spend my nights thrashing around hot sheets and having crazy nightmares about an apartment I looked at over five years ago. <br /><br />This place was upstairs from a vintage store and had some insane energy I can only describe as "mind-bending". Not only was it haunted, but the ghosts had mental illness. The second I walked in my brain felt like a videotape with a magnet stuck to it and I had a hard time looking at things. It was a mostly windowless labyrinthine apartment advertised as a one bedroom, even though it had seemingly endless cave-like black rooms branching off from too-low doorways that the tiny Eastern European woman showing the apartment wryly referred to as "extra rooms". One of them had nothing but grimy walls and a cracked yellow chair (oh yeah, there was half-busted furniture piled everywhere) and I couldn't even cross the doorway without feeling like I was going to throw up. Each room had a differently psychedelic patterned 70's carpet in just plain wrong colors. <br /><br />I think there was a trapdoor in the bedroom floor but I might have imagined that. It was so dark in there anyway. <br /><br />The worst was the bathroom, a long narrow yellow room that seemed like it was meant for another purpose, and the far wall had what I recall to be about three extra doors, each featuring at least four locks of the chain/deadbolt variety. I asked the woman where these doors went and she just looked at me, shook her head and said "no," then walked out of the room. <br /><br />I've had so many dreams about this apartment that I might be remembering it as way freakier than it actually was, but it made me feel like I had been plopped into a Jodorowsky film against my will. <br /><br />There is no way in hell I'd even spend the night in this place, let alone live there, and I can't imagine what kind of person ended up taking it. Did they say "yessir, this is exactly where I would like to live for three months before I finally lose my shit and slaughter a bunch of people at Ikea then the police bust in and find wall-sized collage diagrams of my broken mind," or "I need someplace to make furniture out dead bodies, this is perfect!"<br /><br />I've been poring over the classifieds trying to see if this place ever becomes available again so I can go back and video the whole tour. I tried looking up the crime records online for the neighborhood to see if anything really went down there, but that sort of info isn't as available as you'd think. Sex offenders, yeah, mass murder not so much. I had a good talk with my friend Megan about this stuff recently and she said, "seriously, that is one of the few things you still really have to go to the library for."<br />UGH!! Will I finally have to pay my huge library fine?? That's what REALLY scares me!Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-25894196996205229962009-07-27T01:02:00.002-04:002009-07-27T01:06:01.964-04:00it's 10 pm you guys<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mweFiS6Z_WU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mweFiS6Z_WU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-7897461104715881002009-07-26T17:58:00.004-04:002009-07-30T01:45:39.215-04:00contents of my sewing box<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rense.com/1.imagesH/newmorg_dees.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 548px; height: 524px;" src="http://www.rense.com/1.imagesH/newmorg_dees.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />A whole mess of vintage buttons too ugly to use that I kept because I liked the 1940's design of the cards they came attached <br />to.<br /><br />5 skeins "moth-proof" mending yarn in assorted shades of gray.<br /><br />About 50 sewing needles of various sizes still attached to cards.<br /><br />About 50 more sewing needles floating around loose on the bottom of the box. <br /><br />Several dozen vintage cardboard bobbins of various sizes, none of which my machine takes, fully wound with silk thread of various colors. <br /><br />One large tangled mass of trim items so individually hideous (lime green rickrack, purple lace, insipid floral appliques, red sequin strands, etc) that I have never found any adequate reason to untangle it. <br /><br />One pair of orange-handled sewing scissors labeled "FABRIC ONLY!!!" to discourage household scissor-thieves. <br /><br />One pair of identical scissors labeled "HAIRBRUSH" in order to otherwise confound same.<br /><br />An aspirin tin with some nails and crumbs of weed in it. <br /><br />Three small plastic animals (elk, ram, bull).<br /><br />17 marbles<br /><br />Several tools absent-mindedly pressed into my hands by my grandmother while cleaning out her own sewing box, which I have yet to determine the function of.<br /><br />I tried to plug in my sewing machine earlier but couldn't find an appropriate extension cord.Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-59828398114596701812009-07-26T16:41:00.004-04:002009-07-26T16:49:49.207-04:00dear summer, my brain is brokenStarted re-reading <i>The Infinite Jest</i> with the vague intention of actually finishing it this time, figuring that 20 pages a day is totally doable in terms of getting to the end before "summer reading" time is totally over and I have to go inside permanently and read something more nourishing. (omg I HATE that word!!)<br /><br />Problem is it's so not a summer book. I'm thinking about all the times you call somebody and their outgoing voicemail is all "Hey, I'll be out of town until Thursday whatever date" and what if they aren't out of town at all?? But holed up in the apartment doing anxious bong rips. It has probably happened in (my) real life at least a couple times. <br /><br />I just feel super-weird because last night I had this nightmare where Jennifer Aniston told me I am wasting the best years of my life. But since later I'm gonna go have a picnic in a park where some nerds are re-enacting that one episode of "Star Trek" where Spock gets Vulcan boner fever, that can't possibly be true, right?Crystal Lilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063580751752136873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061104233307415813.post-41296963149878907182009-07-23T12:56:00.002-04:002009-07-23T12:59:21.441-04:00the new truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkvMqd0B-p-C87DuW64tBTiMJRVPLbssk8UXRoEo3Rr8n9Pkkc2vD__0YvYZk7qmt3_KtkaouvU4HygZchReWkNUeOXIUcpAhpO_IpQ8kmk_5mPal02JLOp8dKrbvjsh5eXMZdHlPEw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkvMqd0B-p-C87DuW64tBTiMJRVPLbssk8UXRoEo3Rr8n9Pkkc2vD__0YvYZk7qmt3_KtkaouvU4HygZchReWkNUeOXIUcpAhpO_IpQ8kmk_5mPal02JLOp8dKrbvjsh5eXMZdHlPEw/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361701188164960370" /></a><br />i am sick of all the hands in the worldFriends Foreverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493991049850746508noreply@blogger.com6