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Saturday, October 30, 2004

I am now officially an ordained minister.
Rev. Allison S

You can be, too...

http://www.ulc.org

posted at 3:54 PM |

Never made it to the fancy dinner. Did not get to offend said sentaor.

I blame collegiate ADHD.


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posted at 1:55 PM |

Monday, October 25, 2004

Oh my god you're not gonna believe this.
On Friday me and the Goblin are going to this fancy-ass dinner put on by a powerful shrink with a controversial sense of humor.
We, the filthy and penniless, will be seated at a banquet table with 3 senators.
Heh heh! Ambush!

Any ideas?
Goblin thinks he's going to "talk some philosophy"..
as for me, I plan to use my wiles.
Should I try to make out with them?

NOTE: JUST KIDDING!
(You never know who reads this shit.)

posted at 3:45 AM |

Saturday, October 23, 2004

I fell up the CTA escalator. Got bloody and ripped my jeans.
It was "punk rock."
Haha..

posted at 1:52 PM |

Thursday, October 21, 2004

sad still

posted at 11:39 PM |

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

This morning, other humans are just cumbersome creatures put in my way.
Yield signs, stacks of bricks.

What can I say, I'm whipped.

posted at 10:51 AM |

Monday, October 18, 2004

I have a papercut...on my eyeball! YES!

posted at 7:18 PM |

Hell is other people and the liver of a fish.
Hell is a redneck's chain. Hell is eviction without weed. Hell is beautiful and tugged from every limb. Hell rips the traintracks. Hell will kill a bird. Hell breaks an egg. Hell drinks the blame. Hell is a wrecking crane. Hell says I really like your hair. Hell is the yolk of every crusted over dream. Hell is a buttfuck. Hell bites really hard. Hell is kissing yourself in mirrored sunglasses. Hell has a red beard. Hell has a tongue. Hell is words. Hell has promised to devour me. Hell looks in my bathroom window. Hell has 3 alarm clocks. Hell is giggling on a sand dune. Hell is bruises. Hell has breakfast. Hell hits on my little cousin. Hell attracts me and fruit flies. Hell perscribes a pill. Hell packs a bowl. Hell poars a drink. Hell is inside me. Hell is a really old pot of coffee. Hell puts vitamins in a gumball. Hell scrubs up your face with pubic hair. Hell blows. (Bubbles, that is.) Hell is bored because I am not fucking him. Hell is too bored to fuck. I am hell.
Hell is other people and the liver of a fish.
Hell has herpes, I bet. Hell goes walking on the beach when it gets old. Hell squeezes my hip bone. Hell bites my thigh. Hell sucks my ribcage. Hell has muscles and eyes. Hell is an eye. Hell paints with menstrual blood. Hell fronts you a bag. Hell says its your family. Hell loves that tongue. Hell shut the heat off. Hell built a tent in my bedroom. Hell gets jealous. Hell gets married. Hell is the internet. Hell wouldn't tell you why. Hell always thinks your thinking about it. Hell won't co-sign my loan. Hell won't wash my dishes. Hell wears a sparkley red hat. Hell kills parents. Hell is parents. Hell is a tool of the priest. Hell is a teacher. Hell gave me an A. Hell is one way. Hell is 3 way. Hell is the music below me. Hell is where my mom lives. Hell keeps doves in cages. Hell begs for train fare. Hell is laundry. Hell is an eggshell. Hell is a blacklight. Hell invites all it's friends. Hell is mad at you. Hell tastes like my underwear. Hell is a crackhead. Hell hurts. You are hell. Hell wasn't dark enough for me.
Hell is other people and the liver of a fish.

posted at 3:48 AM |

This weekend, I alienated a great number of people.


posted at 2:40 AM |

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Do I smell bad? and other major concerns.

posted at 10:10 PM |

[Blog entry goes here]

posted at 5:16 PM |

Monday, October 11, 2004

Brats are fun! Brats are fun to be around. Brats have that evil twinkle in their eye, as they very innocently pinch their loved ones’ butts as they walk by. Brats know all the tricks to earn themselves fun spankings. Who could resist a brat who sticks their tongue out at them across the room at a fancy party? All in fun when no one is looking of course! They know exactly what to say to earn that “zing”! Come on you all know the zing, the perfect come back. The zing that makes your spouses eyes widen in complete amazement that you actually had the nerve to say what you said! It makes them speechless it was so perfectly timed! Then the fun comes in chasing you around the room to give you the perfect spanking your earned!

http://www.takeninhand.com/


posted at 5:24 PM |

Yesterday, had a performance gig at the Edgewater art walk. Dressed up in bunny ears and a bright blue, floral three-piece suit and handed out flyers to grown-ups and candy to kids. Played kazoo and BSed some poetry between musical acts. Got people dancing.
Lotsa fun!
That night, an interesting encounter.
This morning, the coffee called in sick again and I was late for work.
Ah well..


posted at 3:05 PM |

Saturday, October 09, 2004

I am angry this morning.

posted at 1:01 PM |

Thursday, October 07, 2004

I learned a new trick at work today: I can hang a CD from my tongue ring. Wow.

posted at 10:02 PM |

By some blessed fluke in the fiction writing system, I have been given students! Horray!
I tutored my first one, this morning. And things went wonderfully.
It was a blast to guide someone in the process of "seeing in the mind" and translating that vision to oral, then written language.
I am also immensely relieved that I enjoy teaching writing. Because what the hell else can I do with a fiction writing degree?

God, I'm such a cheezebag.

posted at 7:13 PM |

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

I should be writing my Gravity story now.

posted at 5:39 PM |

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

*Yesterday I saw three hawks,
today I saw my breath.

*What if gravity sucked you
into an elevator?
"Give a gesture for that..."

*Does anyone know how to move
my picture back to the top
of this page?
Help!


posted at 10:46 AM |

Monday, October 04, 2004

swollen crabapple
limbs in september fluorish
train to the city

posted at 3:22 PM |

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Last night a semi lucid nightmare.

Floating on something small in a rushing river.

Spray of water wetting my hair
and pooling in my lungs.
A great brown gape of waterfall in front of me.
I screamed, "I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming! Wake up."

And I did.
Then remembered yesterday and tried it again,

"I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming! Wake up."
and it didn't work
so I went to work.

I need some coffee or I'm going to pass out

and drool on this keyboard.

posted at 3:08 PM |

Friday, October 01, 2004

it's not a flower

posted at 10:23 PM |

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