Look at the monkey on the stage. Isn't he funny?
Yay for Nic's set!
Yay for pizza.
Yay for my book titled "You've Got Ketchup on your Muumuu: An A-Z guide to English Words From Around the World". The altter is a bit misleading: it's really just all the phrases like ad nauseam and impromptu that we've assimilated into our vocabularies -- those of us who speak English, that is.
My poor friend "Val". Several months ago she calls me in the middle of the night, frantic. Her guy threw himself in front of a train. I've mentioned this here before, but it's just recently been taking a real toll on her.
She's a saint. Truly. They'll be singing "Free at last" when her spirit leaves her body. I get sick for her. She's one of the only real friends I have, though a very distant one. She's someone with whom it's all neutral and we can lay it out on the table, screaming "MOTHERFUCKERS" about the world. Our first few months as friends we spent trying to pretend like we were good little Christians, afraid to ever swear in front of one another or tell of our exploits. It was great once we both lightened upand the next five our so emails were laced with obscenities -- had to make up for lost time.
When she visited me last year, she wanted to go dance at the local Goth/Industrial club. She wore a red and white 'candycane" pinstripe shirt...kickass -- she truly puts the pink in Goth.
Oh look at him...dangling there...yay
Roger, over and ....
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Some boys got worries
it's munny they need
others got nothin' to live for
but I'm so freeeeee
My kind of trouble...is you
(daniel ash)
Yay for Nic's set!
Yay for pizza.
Yay for my book titled "You've Got Ketchup on your Muumuu: An A-Z guide to English Words From Around the World". The altter is a bit misleading: it's really just all the phrases like ad nauseam and impromptu that we've assimilated into our vocabularies -- those of us who speak English, that is.
My poor friend "Val". Several months ago she calls me in the middle of the night, frantic. Her guy threw himself in front of a train. I've mentioned this here before, but it's just recently been taking a real toll on her.
She's a saint. Truly. They'll be singing "Free at last" when her spirit leaves her body. I get sick for her. She's one of the only real friends I have, though a very distant one. She's someone with whom it's all neutral and we can lay it out on the table, screaming "MOTHERFUCKERS" about the world. Our first few months as friends we spent trying to pretend like we were good little Christians, afraid to ever swear in front of one another or tell of our exploits. It was great once we both lightened upand the next five our so emails were laced with obscenities -- had to make up for lost time.
When she visited me last year, she wanted to go dance at the local Goth/Industrial club. She wore a red and white 'candycane" pinstripe shirt...kickass -- she truly puts the pink in Goth.
Oh look at him...dangling there...yay
Roger, over and ....
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Some boys got worries
it's munny they need
others got nothin' to live for
but I'm so freeeeee
My kind of trouble...is you
(daniel ash)
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I like the Japanese couple in that movie best. Especially the aloof boy. Carl Perkins.
I have "Night Train" by GnR stuck in my head now. I should have a Tom Waits song stuck in my head because I'm thinking about Jim Jarmusch movies, but no, it's "Night Train" because of Mystery Train, I guess.
My kitty is mewling for something. Bye.