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oh lord before i try to tackle the 123 comments, let me just saty my internet service has been down for a while.
right now, "when the going gets tough, the tough get going in playing on the radio. ha. moments: i slaped a philoly cheese steak to a telephone pole on the way home from my friends bar tonight. it was hiding in a white styreofoam box behind the bar and a friend rescued it thinking it was his, but it wasnt cayuse he doesnt eat cheese steaks. so i took care odf the problem. okay im actuall y alittle wasted.
bad moment of the week: a bird flew in my windows and landed, but thats not the bad part. my cats found it astonishingly quickly and did a number on it. it crawled under the couch and died. part of me was very sad for the bird, but i also sotrt of felt happy for my cats they they accomplished their goal.
its about 5:15 in the morning and i should go to bed but it just seems so improbable right now.
so: a few things that have happened: a friend for italy came to visit. a temporary roommate happened. i started a new painting that will maybe take some time. two friends left to go home to isreal. other stuff, i cant think of it all now.
im in memorabilia mode. i keep thinking of my sister.... if you read this erin, i miss you like hell. wish we were festering on the yellow carpet right now.
okay for now i will try these 100 and some odd comments, but maybe i'll be back in a bit when im even more stupid and icapable of typing..........just for fun.
right now, "when the going gets tough, the tough get going in playing on the radio. ha. moments: i slaped a philoly cheese steak to a telephone pole on the way home from my friends bar tonight. it was hiding in a white styreofoam box behind the bar and a friend rescued it thinking it was his, but it wasnt cayuse he doesnt eat cheese steaks. so i took care odf the problem. okay im actuall y alittle wasted.
bad moment of the week: a bird flew in my windows and landed, but thats not the bad part. my cats found it astonishingly quickly and did a number on it. it crawled under the couch and died. part of me was very sad for the bird, but i also sotrt of felt happy for my cats they they accomplished their goal.
its about 5:15 in the morning and i should go to bed but it just seems so improbable right now.
so: a few things that have happened: a friend for italy came to visit. a temporary roommate happened. i started a new painting that will maybe take some time. two friends left to go home to isreal. other stuff, i cant think of it all now.
im in memorabilia mode. i keep thinking of my sister.... if you read this erin, i miss you like hell. wish we were festering on the yellow carpet right now.
okay for now i will try these 100 and some odd comments, but maybe i'll be back in a bit when im even more stupid and icapable of typing..........just for fun.
again it is a day for walking around in a groggy daze.
i should be more proactive about...something...but i am basically just in the mood to play harmonica for kiwi, because over the weekend i discovered that it makes her climb up my chest to get close to it while i play.
i am bashful to admit my raging hangover. thats whats really going on here, but it seems like all my journal entries so far make reference to drinking or substances, and truely, i am not a complete lush.
last night was the farewell party for my german friend who is heading home. 2 kegs, a bunch of six packs and an empty bottle of rum later: one friend went out to buy snacks and "took a nap" in the street halfway to the corner store, another was caught hugging a giant peach stuffed bunny, several had vanished, one was eating a fucking ridiculous amount of spaghetti, and one was yelling "im horny" at no one in particular. i peeled myself off the couch (almost literally, they have a sticky couch) around 5:30 am and stumbled 2 blocks back to my apartment and briefly rocked out to james brown, passed out.
today is SUCH fun.
but worth it! bye Burnd!! we'll miss your way too hot spaghetti and constant raindrops from yer dreads splattering everything for days after your shower!!!! sweet travels.
i should be more proactive about...something...but i am basically just in the mood to play harmonica for kiwi, because over the weekend i discovered that it makes her climb up my chest to get close to it while i play.
i am bashful to admit my raging hangover. thats whats really going on here, but it seems like all my journal entries so far make reference to drinking or substances, and truely, i am not a complete lush.
last night was the farewell party for my german friend who is heading home. 2 kegs, a bunch of six packs and an empty bottle of rum later: one friend went out to buy snacks and "took a nap" in the street halfway to the corner store, another was caught hugging a giant peach stuffed bunny, several had vanished, one was eating a fucking ridiculous amount of spaghetti, and one was yelling "im horny" at no one in particular. i peeled myself off the couch (almost literally, they have a sticky couch) around 5:30 am and stumbled 2 blocks back to my apartment and briefly rocked out to james brown, passed out.
today is SUCH fun.
but worth it! bye Burnd!! we'll miss your way too hot spaghetti and constant raindrops from yer dreads splattering everything for days after your shower!!!! sweet travels.
it was a good night, minimal hangover.
so here is the spain story:
my friend and i were travelling through spain last september, and at one point found ourselves in a small whitewashed town called san jose on the almeria coast, surrounded by little but a spaghetti-western desert, and of course, the mediterranean. it was really fkn hot and we really wanted some hash, we kept talking about how that was the missing link to a moment of perfection. so, as a joke we decided to do a "dance" in the waves. we swam around in circles and every third stroke we would kick one of our legs backwards into the air, like damaged fish or something. it was ridiculous. we were chanting "bring us hashish" over and over inbetween the salty swallows and the laughing.
we went back to our towels and sat down. i started drawing in my journal. not even 15 minutes later 3 boys appeared and asked us if we would like to join them for some beach-grilled kabobs and some what?? hashish. no shit.
we smoked with them and tried to stay entertained but there was this whole euro-frat quality in the air, so i suddenly jumped up and said
NOWS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY FOR A SAND MOSQUE!!!
three hours or something later, the imaginary miniature muslim citizens of san jose had a new place to worship, complete with a meticulously tiled while-shell courtyard for prayer, created with the quality that could only come from two terribly high girls with amplified concentration and a determination NOT to hang out with the guys who got them high.
see you truely can get what you want, you just have to splash around like an asshole first.
by the way thanks for all the nice comments. *gosh*
so here is the spain story:
my friend and i were travelling through spain last september, and at one point found ourselves in a small whitewashed town called san jose on the almeria coast, surrounded by little but a spaghetti-western desert, and of course, the mediterranean. it was really fkn hot and we really wanted some hash, we kept talking about how that was the missing link to a moment of perfection. so, as a joke we decided to do a "dance" in the waves. we swam around in circles and every third stroke we would kick one of our legs backwards into the air, like damaged fish or something. it was ridiculous. we were chanting "bring us hashish" over and over inbetween the salty swallows and the laughing.
we went back to our towels and sat down. i started drawing in my journal. not even 15 minutes later 3 boys appeared and asked us if we would like to join them for some beach-grilled kabobs and some what?? hashish. no shit.
we smoked with them and tried to stay entertained but there was this whole euro-frat quality in the air, so i suddenly jumped up and said
NOWS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY FOR A SAND MOSQUE!!!
three hours or something later, the imaginary miniature muslim citizens of san jose had a new place to worship, complete with a meticulously tiled while-shell courtyard for prayer, created with the quality that could only come from two terribly high girls with amplified concentration and a determination NOT to hang out with the guys who got them high.
see you truely can get what you want, you just have to splash around like an asshole first.
by the way thanks for all the nice comments. *gosh*
okay, realising there is absolutely no need to update my journal anymore tonight, i got back on the internet just now regardless to gloat about the fact that my little wish for the evening just happened. my friend just called to ask me if i would by any chance like to share a 12 pack. i think that is pretty neat since i wrote earlier that that is the only way id get in a "friday" mood tonight.
beers here, see ya
ps, someday i have to tell the story of how my friend and i wished some hash into exsistence in spain!
beers here, see ya
ps, someday i have to tell the story of how my friend and i wished some hash into exsistence in spain!
man! just to quell the rumors flying amongst all you playfully defensive friday night interneters, its perfectly ok with me to do whatever i want, including chatting online instead of going out on a friday night. i like staying home, actually, alot of times. no shame here.
raise your hand if you are a shameless voyeur. i happen to live in a twelfth-floor apartment and i just took a break from this SG marathon evening to spy on my relatively boring neighbors in nearby highrises.
there is tighty-whitey man walking around his windows half dressed again, but otherwise no one does much tonight. i guess i am the creepy neighbor, but at least i give back to the entertainment of the neighborhood on those mornings when i run around naked forcing my poor kitties to dance to david bowie with me.
look at me though, friday night and i am on the internet at home! boooorrrring....im just not in the mood to party tonight. if one of my friends showed up with a 12 pack and some quality binoculars i may sing a different tune. not that i ever sing (except when alone, or wasted at karaoke, in which case i scream like a suffering rare bird and try to do the slpits at the same time).
there is tighty-whitey man walking around his windows half dressed again, but otherwise no one does much tonight. i guess i am the creepy neighbor, but at least i give back to the entertainment of the neighborhood on those mornings when i run around naked forcing my poor kitties to dance to david bowie with me.
look at me though, friday night and i am on the internet at home! boooorrrring....im just not in the mood to party tonight. if one of my friends showed up with a 12 pack and some quality binoculars i may sing a different tune. not that i ever sing (except when alone, or wasted at karaoke, in which case i scream like a suffering rare bird and try to do the slpits at the same time).
ahhhhhhh sorry if i delete your comments, im trying to figure out how all this shit works, i wrote another entry into the comments part accidentally...um
when a person has decided to be mute for so long it is not always easy to make a sound come out. but suddenly here i am creating a journal on SG for the first time. those who've been around a while know this is a strange thing. the simplest explanation is that from the beginning i never wanted to be considered famous for my image, i wanted it to be for something unique and intelligent and personal that i DID or created. i thought if i let myself get really involved in this , it might make me wonder someday whether or not any success i may have was coming from a source that i wanted it to come from. now i see it alittle differently, it seems that by not keeping a journal i am sending out "just an image" even more!! at least if you are going to be known, its nice to be known a bit more for who you are, i think.
so hello, i am mary. ive already put a bunch of my interests in neat little boxes. like i said im not so sure how to go about expressing myself to the world, but i love to write, so eventually, hopefully, it will fall into place.
ecstasy of the day so far: woke up spooning my cat swami, only to discover that swami was also spooning my other cat kiwi. it was like we all did the "locomotion" in our sleep.
shit of the day so far: i am in one of those spacy places in my head where i wander around my apartment, washing a dish, getting over it, looking at the laundry pile for 3 minutes. then turning and moving on. picking up the book i am reading and realising im not in the mood after a few pages, etc.
the hours keep on truckin.
so hello, i am mary. ive already put a bunch of my interests in neat little boxes. like i said im not so sure how to go about expressing myself to the world, but i love to write, so eventually, hopefully, it will fall into place.
ecstasy of the day so far: woke up spooning my cat swami, only to discover that swami was also spooning my other cat kiwi. it was like we all did the "locomotion" in our sleep.
shit of the day so far: i am in one of those spacy places in my head where i wander around my apartment, washing a dish, getting over it, looking at the laundry pile for 3 minutes. then turning and moving on. picking up the book i am reading and realising im not in the mood after a few pages, etc.
the hours keep on truckin.
