gaily we dance the wandering minstrels
I awake up against my will due to unforeseen circumstances and too much coffee.
I talked to Rhubarb and the Crumble Crust and it isn't as easy as you might think to provide
a moist yet tenderly flaky support for a fruity filling.
I have asthma and too many cats in the house and on top of that I am the the wandering
minstrel ,if you know what I mean.
My periods are erratic to a point where I don't want to do them anymore. I am
looking forward to mental pause.I won't be greiving my lost youth or the barreness of my
womb. I will be Queen of the Mardi Gras.
The Girl and I are joined at the uterus and so we are Hiroshima and Nagasaki this week . We
are ready to wipe out entire continents.
It is inevitable that one of us will end up crying before the week is out. It is almost
always the Man who lives with us. ...snort.. He always kept better track of my cycles
then I did.When things got ugly he would reach into his book bag to check and count the dates and then duck .
The Belle and I end up storming and raging even when we know we are both volatile and prone to that kind of behavior.
I am irrational but she is even worse because she doesn't think she is.
I decided her old bf was a homosexual and I wanted to do an intervention. I wanted to send
him a long e mail detailling how he might get over it. Well I wouldn't really but I was entertained by the thought.
We started fighting about that. She says he wasn't gay when we were going out. He didn't
dump me for a guy and I would say "Yes he did and the poor thing can't come to grips with
himself." I really started to love him when I decided he was gay and not ready to
face it. I want to do an intervention.I don't know why. The man I married was so much happier
as a swishy guy.
I said "Your Dad is gay and we had sex , remember? " He had his moments.It isn't a bad thing
really. So then she would say "But he kissed me ,in such a way and so I said.
He must be "bi."
No, I don't bother to read the newspapers. I just make up the news.
We read excerpts out of The Little Prince to each other in bed for awhile. She reminds me of
the rosebush with her thorny claws.
Do you ever read books and think you'd better go back to college to find out what
everybody else thinks that book means?
You read words for years . You thought stupidly you knew what words meant. That afterall is the purpose of learning the alphabet and working through "Hooked on Fonix " After a few literature classes you are cowering in the corner covered in your own drool.
I think the Prince represented Jesus and the snake bit him on the ankle because his ankle
would be bruised but his offspring would bruise his head .
That doesn't explain the significance of the baobobs, really ..
unless the author was eating brocoli and thought he could just add these baobobs.
I would always think literary interpretation was just speculation and it would piss me off so bad
I would punish my teachers by never turning in work. Dammnit.That'll show them.
I will let someone run over me with a bus. That'll teach them they are really stupid.
I took some synthetic fruit of the Spirit .
Xanac me again ! I am still up in case you didn't notice. No rest for the wicked.
Goodnight all.
I talked to Rhubarb and the Crumble Crust and it isn't as easy as you might think to provide
a moist yet tenderly flaky support for a fruity filling.
I have asthma and too many cats in the house and on top of that I am the the wandering
minstrel ,if you know what I mean.
My periods are erratic to a point where I don't want to do them anymore. I am
looking forward to mental pause.I won't be greiving my lost youth or the barreness of my
womb. I will be Queen of the Mardi Gras.
The Girl and I are joined at the uterus and so we are Hiroshima and Nagasaki this week . We
are ready to wipe out entire continents.
It is inevitable that one of us will end up crying before the week is out. It is almost
always the Man who lives with us. ...snort.. He always kept better track of my cycles
then I did.When things got ugly he would reach into his book bag to check and count the dates and then duck .
The Belle and I end up storming and raging even when we know we are both volatile and prone to that kind of behavior.
I am irrational but she is even worse because she doesn't think she is.
I decided her old bf was a homosexual and I wanted to do an intervention. I wanted to send
him a long e mail detailling how he might get over it. Well I wouldn't really but I was entertained by the thought.
We started fighting about that. She says he wasn't gay when we were going out. He didn't
dump me for a guy and I would say "Yes he did and the poor thing can't come to grips with
himself." I really started to love him when I decided he was gay and not ready to
face it. I want to do an intervention.I don't know why. The man I married was so much happier
as a swishy guy.
I said "Your Dad is gay and we had sex , remember? " He had his moments.It isn't a bad thing
really. So then she would say "But he kissed me ,in such a way and so I said.
He must be "bi."
No, I don't bother to read the newspapers. I just make up the news.
We read excerpts out of The Little Prince to each other in bed for awhile. She reminds me of
the rosebush with her thorny claws.
Do you ever read books and think you'd better go back to college to find out what
everybody else thinks that book means?
You read words for years . You thought stupidly you knew what words meant. That afterall is the purpose of learning the alphabet and working through "Hooked on Fonix " After a few literature classes you are cowering in the corner covered in your own drool.
I think the Prince represented Jesus and the snake bit him on the ankle because his ankle
would be bruised but his offspring would bruise his head .
That doesn't explain the significance of the baobobs, really ..
unless the author was eating brocoli and thought he could just add these baobobs.
I would always think literary interpretation was just speculation and it would piss me off so bad
I would punish my teachers by never turning in work. Dammnit.That'll show them.
I will let someone run over me with a bus. That'll teach them they are really stupid.
I took some synthetic fruit of the Spirit .
Xanac me again ! I am still up in case you didn't notice. No rest for the wicked.
Goodnight all.