Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Tuesday Windy
Current mood: confused
Category: Romance and Relationships
Tuesday is my favorite day. I feel like I am in love and have a boyfriend/ practically married/ however this feeling can be very frustrating because the plain old fact of the matter is I am AaaaaLone. Have I tricked myself into an imaginary ghost boyfriend? with whom I wish to be watching movies or hanging out writing music, kissing, scrambling around thru forests, laughing, singing, driving, talking FOREVER, whatever. Cooking really good food. Plus I have some money that I could fall back on for once in my life, you know, like if you get a flat tire or something or your clutch goes out. I have 2 jobs that I don't get walked all over at. I have a hopeful hopeful heart. I feel like I came out of some old sonnet book, or some Tennyson poetry book, landed on my face in a brown and orange coffee shop wearing a trapeze girl outfit and the strange but perfect-for-me mr. love of my life either got stuck with his own little array of circus setbacks, or forgot about his quest in life to meet me, or got in some kind of car crash on the way to save me. Either way, holy crap, I am 30. 30. 30. 3-0. Three, zero.
Then I think about my past loves. Luckily, there are enough of them to at least inspire the fact that Love does such exist. Even though most were chauvinistic types. That's the strange part. Finally, I have good taste. I mean, finally I like the winners. The real, somewhat practically geeky, but kick your ass talented, yet humble guys. Before I went for Egomaniac bonanza. The strange part is, I had better luck with those kinds. Weird. So weird actually. Those were the guys that a girl like me should never have access to, much less keep as boyfriends. So now I like the right types and they HATE me? What is wrong with me? I'd take me out if I was him. I cook good. I take really good, damn good, road trips. I dance good. I can play a mean ragtime tune on the piano.
I want to sleep by somebody, that's all. Falling in love was always a good time.
This is not a plea by the way. Just a simple thought process I am going through.
Not that I really care. Ok, yes, I DO. Ok, yes,
Yes,
I do.
Get on with my lonely life, trueness, and adventure
me
Currently listening :
Chutes Too Narrow
By The Shins
Release date: By 21 October, 2003
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susan
Hang in there honey, you'll find your true love, your knight in shining armor. He's out there. Hey, you are beautiful, talented and lovable. Don't worry, just think of all the wonderful things you've done so far in your life. You could write a book! Hot Damn! I love you my sweet girl.. M
Posted by susan on Jan 11, 2006 12:33 AM
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12th post January 1 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
A lovely death-defying New Year two
Current mood: creative
No dread or drear for this enchanted, bewitching Year. Wishing everyone the drama of their lifetimes this year. The kind that leaves you tearstained with a smile and a new heart. May all the idiot cruel-hearts fall victim to Terrible Tortous sicknesses and poverty, and end up with lovers meaner to them than they were to their last. May all the singers and the dreamers, the stitchers, the laughers, the lovers, the harpists and the spinners, the sailors and the sailettes, the PJ Harvey kids and the DJ whatever kids FALL INTO their thrones and rule the kingdom wildly and wisely. May your champagne chandeliers swing, may your wildest art dreams sting, may your mothers love their lives with actual passion. May new friends become your brothers/ sisters. May the cool guys get married. May those Weddings be absolutely bizarre, nontraditional, and FULL OF DRUNKEN inspiration, and the sober kind as well. Perhaps even at 2 in the morning in LA, or Reno, or somewhere, you know, like Elko or Winnemucca. Or Perhaps pine tree style with the fountains, clouds, and French cologne, I mean, pink champagne. May Thai food become abundant and may I get many new dates to rad restaurants but get really skinny too. May I fall in love. May you fall in love. May we tour the country side and have honey moon 1, 2, and 3. Forever. Let your dream house become a movie, and your favorite friends never let you down. Let you be full of compassion and action. May we metaphorically metaphysically die and go to heaven. May the town not become seperated like Fair Verona.
Let angels and good ghosts and spirits smile down upon us at all moments, and give bright bright dreams. Let the pirate of your heart grant you the map to the treasure.
Let me find the purest kind of heart and keep it always forever inside mine.
Currently listening :
Bryter Layter
By Nick Drake
Release date: By 06 May, 2003
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heather
addie what a beautiful inspiring new years message. i am ready to try to start feeling inspired but what a strange and frightening beginning to this year for me. thanks for talking to me last night. i am so glad you are in a good space in your life right now and have positive sweet cheerful energy you have shared with me these last few days. i love you sister.
Posted by heather on Jan 4, 2006 6:04 AM
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A lovely death-defying New Year two
Current mood: creative
No dread or drear for this enchanted, bewitching Year. Wishing everyone the drama of their lifetimes this year. The kind that leaves you tearstained with a smile and a new heart. May all the idiot cruel-hearts fall victim to Terrible Tortous sicknesses and poverty, and end up with lovers meaner to them than they were to their last. May all the singers and the dreamers, the stitchers, the laughers, the lovers, the harpists and the spinners, the sailors and the sailettes, the PJ Harvey kids and the DJ whatever kids FALL INTO their thrones and rule the kingdom wildly and wisely. May your champagne chandeliers swing, may your wildest art dreams sting, may your mothers love their lives with actual passion. May new friends become your brothers/ sisters. May the cool guys get married. May those Weddings be absolutely bizarre, nontraditional, and FULL OF DRUNKEN inspiration, and the sober kind as well. Perhaps even at 2 in the morning in LA, or Reno, or somewhere, you know, like Elko or Winnemucca. Or Perhaps pine tree style with the fountains, clouds, and French cologne, I mean, pink champagne. May Thai food become abundant and may I get many new dates to rad restaurants but get really skinny too. May I fall in love. May you fall in love. May we tour the country side and have honey moon 1, 2, and 3. Forever. Let your dream house become a movie, and your favorite friends never let you down. Let you be full of compassion and action. May we metaphorically metaphysically die and go to heaven. May the town not become seperated like Fair Verona.
Let angels and good ghosts and spirits smile down upon us at all moments, and give bright bright dreams. Let the pirate of your heart grant you the map to the treasure.
Let me find the purest kind of heart and keep it always forever inside mine.
Currently listening :
Bryter Layter
By Nick Drake
Release date: By 06 May, 2003
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heather
addie what a beautiful inspiring new years message. i am ready to try to start feeling inspired but what a strange and frightening beginning to this year for me. thanks for talking to me last night. i am so glad you are in a good space in your life right now and have positive sweet cheerful energy you have shared with me these last few days. i love you sister.
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11th post Myspace Chronicles/ December 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Mapquesting the streets in my dream
Current mood: determined
Category: Music
Hi beautiful everyones. We have about five-ish days until the great Christmas morn, isn’t it romantic? Throwing our bones out of their own way just to get the last presents ( of which most I have none) and have them wrapped and ready by 3 am Christmas Eve! Throw some twigs and feathers and kisses on those ribbons and lace up!
I had the angel privilege of playing Christmas songs with Lindsey Melugin to seniors in a Convalescent Hospital last Friday. It was magical and so inspiring. I met Josephine, Carl, Ruth, Dorothy... I held their tiny frail hands in mine and looked into their eyes and smiled and wished them Happy Christmas. At one point I told them to all sing along with us, and they REALLY liked that! It was so much radness, hearing their voices backing mine own up. I have 2 more little shows for the senior folk, one in Placerville and one in Nevada City.
Seriously, life is so ummmmmmmmffhh! of late. Twas the best thing I could ever do to move to NC. It makes the lonely lonely lost and lonely summer all worth it. I love living to give my whole life to transcending bad traditions and making up new ones for to replace any old patriarchal stupid ones. And to break down the fences, man. And to find my other worlds. I gots so many other worlds floating around in my head. Memories from some places I can’t place. Other towns, snowy towns, sledding?, climbing towers with friends, Irish pubs with elevators, little Main Streets by an ocean, a giant Victorian house with a circular driveway around it, industrial avenues, Tom Waits' river house near 24th and the ocean DOWNTOWN, cottages and grocery stores, always with magic and with haunted and beautiful friends who are on adventures with me. Always these places I am so magic and everything can and will happen and it is a good feeling. Like real rock and roll is happening in my veins. They are like gateways in my soul to somewhere… what are those? Can anyone relate? I am talking real, lost, but visual dreams and memories of people and real places that I don’t know where they are. The other day I was for reals, MAPQUESTING this place I dreamed of the night before. We were being driven around by a little capped man in an Oldsmobile from the 70's somewhere round New Orleans, Louisiana. 23rd street Industrial stuff, a huge bridge crossing part of the water...It was maddening but I was obsessed in finding if it really exists! Anyone know psychotherapy?
At least I can tell me from the drugs.
Me-to- you- music- to – food- singing our hearts- I could not forget true love- jaded- or crazy- what’s left but my dark shiny sins- what’s left but my new joy- what’s left here still to employ- music- and food- drink- god
Currently listening :
Stay on My Side Tonight
By Jimmy Eat World
Release date: By 04 October, 2005
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heather
you gotta write a song of that last bit. yeah, i can relate. the dreams i been havin...phewy. crazy stuff. the main street tiny town by the ocean which i fly in,,, we both been there i think. i have these memories/dream lives that i am not sure from whence they came. i'm going to my work christmas party. i've been decorating dad's house a bit and i'm here now. it is cozy and i'm drinking wine. i rearranged the furniture here last night. i wanna tell you something i decided about dad but it will be later. i love you sunshine rain snowgirl. heather
Posted by heather on Dec 19, 2005 12:20 PM
Mapquesting the streets in my dream
Current mood: determined
Category: Music
Hi beautiful everyones. We have about five-ish days until the great Christmas morn, isn’t it romantic? Throwing our bones out of their own way just to get the last presents ( of which most I have none) and have them wrapped and ready by 3 am Christmas Eve! Throw some twigs and feathers and kisses on those ribbons and lace up!
I had the angel privilege of playing Christmas songs with Lindsey Melugin to seniors in a Convalescent Hospital last Friday. It was magical and so inspiring. I met Josephine, Carl, Ruth, Dorothy... I held their tiny frail hands in mine and looked into their eyes and smiled and wished them Happy Christmas. At one point I told them to all sing along with us, and they REALLY liked that! It was so much radness, hearing their voices backing mine own up. I have 2 more little shows for the senior folk, one in Placerville and one in Nevada City.
Seriously, life is so ummmmmmmmffhh! of late. Twas the best thing I could ever do to move to NC. It makes the lonely lonely lost and lonely summer all worth it. I love living to give my whole life to transcending bad traditions and making up new ones for to replace any old patriarchal stupid ones. And to break down the fences, man. And to find my other worlds. I gots so many other worlds floating around in my head. Memories from some places I can’t place. Other towns, snowy towns, sledding?, climbing towers with friends, Irish pubs with elevators, little Main Streets by an ocean, a giant Victorian house with a circular driveway around it, industrial avenues, Tom Waits' river house near 24th and the ocean DOWNTOWN, cottages and grocery stores, always with magic and with haunted and beautiful friends who are on adventures with me. Always these places I am so magic and everything can and will happen and it is a good feeling. Like real rock and roll is happening in my veins. They are like gateways in my soul to somewhere… what are those? Can anyone relate? I am talking real, lost, but visual dreams and memories of people and real places that I don’t know where they are. The other day I was for reals, MAPQUESTING this place I dreamed of the night before. We were being driven around by a little capped man in an Oldsmobile from the 70's somewhere round New Orleans, Louisiana. 23rd street Industrial stuff, a huge bridge crossing part of the water...It was maddening but I was obsessed in finding if it really exists! Anyone know psychotherapy?
At least I can tell me from the drugs.
Me-to- you- music- to – food- singing our hearts- I could not forget true love- jaded- or crazy- what’s left but my dark shiny sins- what’s left but my new joy- what’s left here still to employ- music- and food- drink- god
Currently listening :
Stay on My Side Tonight
By Jimmy Eat World
Release date: By 04 October, 2005
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heather
you gotta write a song of that last bit. yeah, i can relate. the dreams i been havin...phewy. crazy stuff. the main street tiny town by the ocean which i fly in,,, we both been there i think. i have these memories/dream lives that i am not sure from whence they came. i'm going to my work christmas party. i've been decorating dad's house a bit and i'm here now. it is cozy and i'm drinking wine. i rearranged the furniture here last night. i wanna tell you something i decided about dad but it will be later. i love you sunshine rain snowgirl. heather
Posted by heather on Dec 19, 2005 12:20 PM
10th post December 2005 Myspace Chronicles
Monday, December 12, 2005
There ain't nothin wrong with a little crimp
Current mood: optimistic
Category: School, College, Greek
♥♥What the hell is up with tom waits? doesn't anyone know how I can find the guy and finally become the friend I know I am to him? I think he needs me, psychically now, you know, I'm feeling it in my 82nd chakra. JK. Whatever, I know fame is all a bunch of hogwash and I don't care. Who am I to want friends that are kind of famous? Hmmmmm, just as I suspected darlins. I know what God wants, and I am willing to play along. I still believe in poetry, people. I still believe in babies clinging to their mothers and 2$ beers at Frank and Hanks in Koreatown. Someone told me a CoorsLight is 8 flipping dollars in L.A. Well, LA is dead then. Dead to me anyhow. But Frank and Hanks isn't LA. I owe all that to a friend who let me stay in his castleshack-type apartment near Koreatown for a month or so couple of years back. I squatted that deal, you know. True love style. Not some bitchy tough girl with 15 tattoos and an eyeball that looks like Johnny Cash's first wife when she jealously looks at Reese in "Walk the Line." No, I have emptied that part of myself out best I can. Hello to bitchy friends with attitudes: bulletin alert. ♥ You people need to change over your style, man. I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU SAY- I WILL FOREVER BELIEVE THAT IT IS NOT COOL, I REPEAT, NOT COOL, TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO PEOPLE. That applies to girls and guys. Being tough is one thing, but being mean is just plain weak-o. I do believe in kick-ass kind of love though, guys. It's not stopping! So the deal is, I just love the guy. You know, life is a trip.I want it all and I plan on getting it. AND THAT DOES NOT INCLUDE A SCHMANCY SUV.EVER. Except to borrow a ride from friends.
I want to crimp pieces of my hair. Just parts of it, little parts of it. I drove up my dream street last night. It's in Nevada City. Something like "Banner Lake Road". Mansions covered with every KIND of Christmas light. Shacks. Little wooden barns. Moonlight. A Death Cab for Cutie song about a pinhole in your heart playing through to my breath. And then, my very very very dream house. WOOD A Frame Living Room AND TALL AND SO 25 feet ceiling in the front and and ALL GLASS FRONT Window to the top.Ooooooh. Spookily like a church and a barn and Forestville all at once but in my favorite city on my favorite street. Thank you NC!
Currently listening :
Rain Dogs
By Tom Waits
Release date: By 15 June, 1990
There ain't nothin wrong with a little crimp
Current mood: optimistic
Category: School, College, Greek
♥♥What the hell is up with tom waits? doesn't anyone know how I can find the guy and finally become the friend I know I am to him? I think he needs me, psychically now, you know, I'm feeling it in my 82nd chakra. JK. Whatever, I know fame is all a bunch of hogwash and I don't care. Who am I to want friends that are kind of famous? Hmmmmm, just as I suspected darlins. I know what God wants, and I am willing to play along. I still believe in poetry, people. I still believe in babies clinging to their mothers and 2$ beers at Frank and Hanks in Koreatown. Someone told me a CoorsLight is 8 flipping dollars in L.A. Well, LA is dead then. Dead to me anyhow. But Frank and Hanks isn't LA. I owe all that to a friend who let me stay in his castleshack-type apartment near Koreatown for a month or so couple of years back. I squatted that deal, you know. True love style. Not some bitchy tough girl with 15 tattoos and an eyeball that looks like Johnny Cash's first wife when she jealously looks at Reese in "Walk the Line." No, I have emptied that part of myself out best I can. Hello to bitchy friends with attitudes: bulletin alert. ♥ You people need to change over your style, man. I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU SAY- I WILL FOREVER BELIEVE THAT IT IS NOT COOL, I REPEAT, NOT COOL, TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO PEOPLE. That applies to girls and guys. Being tough is one thing, but being mean is just plain weak-o. I do believe in kick-ass kind of love though, guys. It's not stopping! So the deal is, I just love the guy. You know, life is a trip.I want it all and I plan on getting it. AND THAT DOES NOT INCLUDE A SCHMANCY SUV.EVER. Except to borrow a ride from friends.
I want to crimp pieces of my hair. Just parts of it, little parts of it. I drove up my dream street last night. It's in Nevada City. Something like "Banner Lake Road". Mansions covered with every KIND of Christmas light. Shacks. Little wooden barns. Moonlight. A Death Cab for Cutie song about a pinhole in your heart playing through to my breath. And then, my very very very dream house. WOOD A Frame Living Room AND TALL AND SO 25 feet ceiling in the front and and ALL GLASS FRONT Window to the top.Ooooooh. Spookily like a church and a barn and Forestville all at once but in my favorite city on my favorite street. Thank you NC!
Currently listening :
Rain Dogs
By Tom Waits
Release date: By 15 June, 1990
9th post/ December 05 Myspace Chronicles
Monday, December 05, 2005
Follow the star... synchronizing the world of ROMANCE
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Parties and Nightlife
Tis early on a morning shine. Paper tigers and orchids and dragons to all you little minstrels whilst this lovely frosty season. Does anyone know of a good place for music/ vaudeville nights in San Francisco/ Oakland where its not a dumb regular bar but instead a gallery or living room feel of sorts? I am trying to book some Gypsytown around, some Kaitlyn and some Nate Lawton, some Brianna Lea and some Me... I need a little bay breeze in my winter...
So, I am in love. Love with love and love of love. Anyone? Yes, an amazing anyone, and a wild sort, he is! But all secrets can't come undone right now, if you don't know me well enough to know already. All I know is that once upon a little time God pretty much kicked my everloving ass to the thickets of brokenville, but instead of turning back around I found a shanty there past the thicket and a path to paradise. On that path I tread presently ville, presently chill, presently thrill. Oh to the adventurous ones and the Hundred Dollar bills that people should send to each other. This morning I drove past a UPS truck that read SYNCHRONIZING THE WORLD OF COMMERCE, but in my mind for a minute I thought it read SYNCHRONIZING THE WORLD OF ROMANCE. I wished what I thought I'd seen was true true, but it was not. And you know, someone could make a fortune if UPS did take up a new avenue! It was then that I decided how fun it would be if I got to make up a new land, where Romance was much more highly advocated and admired and desired than any commerce or economy from packages and banks and dollar bills.
In fact, how rad would it be to have an economy based on romance? Where lovers and sweet- heart people were rich without end, sex pervert cheaters and creepers were starving broke, and bratty mean spoiled people were straight homeless. Truly, someone should start delivering boxes of romance to peoples front doors, because, God knows, the world is in a serious shortage right now. Not my world, no, but some PEOPLE's! I once read something that said, " the world is no longer a romantic place, some of its people still are however." Ummm, yah?!!! Hi everybody, my name is Adrienne and I would like to introduce myself as a diehard and radical romantic. Thanks. Oh, and though i have had my share of goddamned heartbreak, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THIS KIND OF LOVER-girl FOREVER. Another quote I just found. "Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence."
Chronicles of Narnia group date, anyone?
Currently listening :
Get Behind Me Satan
By The White Stripes
Release date: By 07 June, 2005
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darling nicotine
umm... rad
Posted by darling nicotine on Dec 5, 2005 4:36 AM
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Adie the Beatty
umm, i love you.
Posted by Adie the Beatty on Dec 5, 2005 2:24 PM
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zecki
I would love it if you turn all this into a rap. Beautiful words, good to see there are still some believers out there.
Posted by zecki on Dec 11, 2005 4:23 PM
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Follow the star... synchronizing the world of ROMANCE
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Parties and Nightlife
Tis early on a morning shine. Paper tigers and orchids and dragons to all you little minstrels whilst this lovely frosty season. Does anyone know of a good place for music/ vaudeville nights in San Francisco/ Oakland where its not a dumb regular bar but instead a gallery or living room feel of sorts? I am trying to book some Gypsytown around, some Kaitlyn and some Nate Lawton, some Brianna Lea and some Me... I need a little bay breeze in my winter...
So, I am in love. Love with love and love of love. Anyone? Yes, an amazing anyone, and a wild sort, he is! But all secrets can't come undone right now, if you don't know me well enough to know already. All I know is that once upon a little time God pretty much kicked my everloving ass to the thickets of brokenville, but instead of turning back around I found a shanty there past the thicket and a path to paradise. On that path I tread presently ville, presently chill, presently thrill. Oh to the adventurous ones and the Hundred Dollar bills that people should send to each other. This morning I drove past a UPS truck that read SYNCHRONIZING THE WORLD OF COMMERCE, but in my mind for a minute I thought it read SYNCHRONIZING THE WORLD OF ROMANCE. I wished what I thought I'd seen was true true, but it was not. And you know, someone could make a fortune if UPS did take up a new avenue! It was then that I decided how fun it would be if I got to make up a new land, where Romance was much more highly advocated and admired and desired than any commerce or economy from packages and banks and dollar bills.
In fact, how rad would it be to have an economy based on romance? Where lovers and sweet- heart people were rich without end, sex pervert cheaters and creepers were starving broke, and bratty mean spoiled people were straight homeless. Truly, someone should start delivering boxes of romance to peoples front doors, because, God knows, the world is in a serious shortage right now. Not my world, no, but some PEOPLE's! I once read something that said, " the world is no longer a romantic place, some of its people still are however." Ummm, yah?!!! Hi everybody, my name is Adrienne and I would like to introduce myself as a diehard and radical romantic. Thanks. Oh, and though i have had my share of goddamned heartbreak, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THIS KIND OF LOVER-girl FOREVER. Another quote I just found. "Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence."
Chronicles of Narnia group date, anyone?
Currently listening :
Get Behind Me Satan
By The White Stripes
Release date: By 07 June, 2005
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darling nicotine
umm... rad
Posted by darling nicotine on Dec 5, 2005 4:36 AM
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Adie the Beatty
umm, i love you.
Posted by Adie the Beatty on Dec 5, 2005 2:24 PM
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zecki
I would love it if you turn all this into a rap. Beautiful words, good to see there are still some believers out there.
Posted by zecki on Dec 11, 2005 4:23 PM
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8th Post Myspace Chrons/ November 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Burnt-down houses, The Christmas Star, and New York City
Current mood: crazy
And it burns burns burns, that Ring of Fire, that Ring of Fire. So, cold and rainy and Christmastime again. Yay yay. Cranberry popcorn strings round your tree, little sparkly lights all over, weird green and red hair ties and socks and bells and hats and scarves and mystery girls. I mean, half of it makes me frigging sick. The other half, the REAL half, I adore and love so much in my heart. Like, theater kids in mittens, and late night drives to see what Christmas house looks the best in lights, and snow, and rock and roll shows that smell like cinnamon, and presents for your favorite friends, and getting smashed at holiday parties and kissing. And The Small One, what baby Jesus really means, you know, helping old ladies cross the street in your arm and extra people smiling at each other, and singing with friends and just holding and spreading LOVE in your heart to every person you meet EVERYWHERE YOU GO. I try to keep it true to the old tymes man. All that cardy card stuff though sucks, like you might as well send an E-Christmas to everyone you know, and think it counts. I posted a bulletin for any true-lovers out there who want to join me in the holiday cheer of playing music and singing it out to seniors in homes. This has been a goal of mine for a long time, and every Christmas, it just has not happened. This year’s different. If anyone wants to collaborate with me, in any way, please call on. Alsoooo, if I ever told you I would help book you a show and have not, take this winning chance to affect your elders. Later we can go on a tour through all of the West Coast Care Homes 06. Oh my gosh, talk about a documentary.
ok. Last night, at the end of an innocent game of Scrabble, my bookshelf caught afire. I mean, a large flame was poofing up from the wall and my bookshelf! I blew it out with my amazing pirate breath and the five foot flame disappeared! I must say, I have magical powers. The wall was fine, but the side of my bookcase is now blackened.That has never happened -in my presence- before... Art and Bri were over too, we all ran around fanning towels and blankets to get the smoke out. Yet, once upon a time, my lovely sister lost her house to a fire, and I was sharing it with her as well, but vacationing in distant Europe and New York City when the fire broke out ON HER BIRTHDAY. Our beautiful little sweetie weird-heart cat, Boo, passed on to kitty heaven, due to smoke inhalation. The firemen carried her out. Heather( my beautiful sister) was on a Greyhound bus zipping cross the whole country to meet me at Port Authority in NYC when it happened. She learned of it somewhere in Illinois, and had just enough time to fall into a state of shock and disbelief as people beckoned her to get back on the bus before she was left stranded. She told me she just stared out the window, that time, through Cleveland, Pennsylvania, tears streaming, mostly about Boo, I would think. Though the actual fire BEGAN in her kitchen in her beloved 50 childhood diaries which were in a plastic trunk of sorts.
This story could go on forever. To put it in a nutshell, my airline lost my luggage, Greyhound lost her luggage, and we met in a state of wretchedness at the bus station with no clothes, no home, and no luggage. I mean we weren't physically NAKED, but we were out there, dude. OUT THERE. Talk about a trip. It was my 2nd time to Manhattan, and her first. We didn't even have a place to stay, we'd come unprepared on purpose not knowing the state of emergency that would ensue in our minds. And then we had a week to just have fun and get over it in New York City. Three days later our suitcases arrived, seperately. An angel named Jonathan, an artist, had taken us in- in his West Village brownstone. I had met him back in Sevilla, Spain. Can't wait to go back to Gypsytown, Spain.
Currently listening :
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas
By Burl Ives
Release date: By 01 June, 1995
Burnt-down houses, The Christmas Star, and New York City
Current mood: crazy
And it burns burns burns, that Ring of Fire, that Ring of Fire. So, cold and rainy and Christmastime again. Yay yay. Cranberry popcorn strings round your tree, little sparkly lights all over, weird green and red hair ties and socks and bells and hats and scarves and mystery girls. I mean, half of it makes me frigging sick. The other half, the REAL half, I adore and love so much in my heart. Like, theater kids in mittens, and late night drives to see what Christmas house looks the best in lights, and snow, and rock and roll shows that smell like cinnamon, and presents for your favorite friends, and getting smashed at holiday parties and kissing. And The Small One, what baby Jesus really means, you know, helping old ladies cross the street in your arm and extra people smiling at each other, and singing with friends and just holding and spreading LOVE in your heart to every person you meet EVERYWHERE YOU GO. I try to keep it true to the old tymes man. All that cardy card stuff though sucks, like you might as well send an E-Christmas to everyone you know, and think it counts. I posted a bulletin for any true-lovers out there who want to join me in the holiday cheer of playing music and singing it out to seniors in homes. This has been a goal of mine for a long time, and every Christmas, it just has not happened. This year’s different. If anyone wants to collaborate with me, in any way, please call on. Alsoooo, if I ever told you I would help book you a show and have not, take this winning chance to affect your elders. Later we can go on a tour through all of the West Coast Care Homes 06. Oh my gosh, talk about a documentary.
ok. Last night, at the end of an innocent game of Scrabble, my bookshelf caught afire. I mean, a large flame was poofing up from the wall and my bookshelf! I blew it out with my amazing pirate breath and the five foot flame disappeared! I must say, I have magical powers. The wall was fine, but the side of my bookcase is now blackened.That has never happened -in my presence- before... Art and Bri were over too, we all ran around fanning towels and blankets to get the smoke out. Yet, once upon a time, my lovely sister lost her house to a fire, and I was sharing it with her as well, but vacationing in distant Europe and New York City when the fire broke out ON HER BIRTHDAY. Our beautiful little sweetie weird-heart cat, Boo, passed on to kitty heaven, due to smoke inhalation. The firemen carried her out. Heather( my beautiful sister) was on a Greyhound bus zipping cross the whole country to meet me at Port Authority in NYC when it happened. She learned of it somewhere in Illinois, and had just enough time to fall into a state of shock and disbelief as people beckoned her to get back on the bus before she was left stranded. She told me she just stared out the window, that time, through Cleveland, Pennsylvania, tears streaming, mostly about Boo, I would think. Though the actual fire BEGAN in her kitchen in her beloved 50 childhood diaries which were in a plastic trunk of sorts.
This story could go on forever. To put it in a nutshell, my airline lost my luggage, Greyhound lost her luggage, and we met in a state of wretchedness at the bus station with no clothes, no home, and no luggage. I mean we weren't physically NAKED, but we were out there, dude. OUT THERE. Talk about a trip. It was my 2nd time to Manhattan, and her first. We didn't even have a place to stay, we'd come unprepared on purpose not knowing the state of emergency that would ensue in our minds. And then we had a week to just have fun and get over it in New York City. Three days later our suitcases arrived, seperately. An angel named Jonathan, an artist, had taken us in- in his West Village brownstone. I had met him back in Sevilla, Spain. Can't wait to go back to Gypsytown, Spain.
Currently listening :
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas
By Burl Ives
Release date: By 01 June, 1995
7th post Myspace Chronicles/ November 05
Monday, November 21, 2005
Agent Cooper and I walk the line...
Current mood: loved
Category: Life
Letter come in the real mail, from far away places! Pirates, wind! Gentlemen opening the doors for the lady! Lover kids! Families in thrift stores reading books and playing! Girls with PhDs in bartending! Sweet sweet people! Tight baby T shirts on boys! Calypso women and ragtime kids! Rocking the Mohawk with glitter at your Grandma's Birthday party!
I had to add on to my blog because earlier, I was cut off from my little blogness. Basically, life is a kaleidoscope myriad jambalaya of EVERYTHING delightful as well as Skin-sinking bonedeep sadness and people bent with their weird personal and emotional handicaps. Lately I have gotten a forceful breeze of the darkness and sadness and ghosts that go on inside some ones. It is a beautiful and crazy haunting thing to witness and I am so glad to have it somewhere in my soul to have touched my wisdom, but I am even gladder that I am an optimist's optimist 95% of my time. Oh, to be the "solitary eye nerve-watcher of the world's whirling diamond."
Oh, Jack. "Somewhere along the way I knew there would be girls, visions, everything." yes yes yes. I love love. And I am such a lover right now! Truer than ever I know it more than ever. I am true. I am true. I am true. So are you. Happy Holiday time to everyone I decided I am going to make it the happeningest season ever for myself. And that is going to involve EVERYONE ELSE! :)
Life is so beautiful and we all have bad days, last Thurs-Friday happened to be that for me. I was sick you got to give me that one. But truly, I love this Nevada city. I love the feeling that I feel which is so effing huge and lovely that I could explode. I realize, sure, if I have to be sick and alone for a couple days, that bites, but you know what? Not forever ever, forever ever? Never. I realize, on this good day, on this wonderful amazing through-my-heart everything day, that even sadness is glorious. And today I am damn sure not sad. And Placerville does kind of bite the bullet you know? That city full of people S-T-U-C-K in 1994 til forever. Fake boob wearing, NASCAR obsessing, playboy pin-up posting, Racist, crappily overly religious gay-hating, non-openminded yuckness I DON'T NEED IN MY LIFE EVER, thank you very much. Thank goodness there are some youngsters there now who are hip to the trick and want to just love and make noise and make art. No, though, Nevada City is in me to the death.
I am reading about Miss Lotta Crabtree and Lola Montez and all the gold miners and the whole ordeal back then. It is so enlightening. Placerville was "hangtown", and this other area was a cultural center. So that makes sense now doesn't it folks? I like lovers not fighters. I am trying to not be a fighter, so don't call me one just for making the statement. I am lover not a fighter but damn all of you who were too busy while I was dieing but nevermind I am gonna love you to the death too. I will be fine, at first, and then I will be amazing and in love. And then everything will come. Stars, rains, picnics, screaming streets, pull over on the side of the road laugh attacks, kids playing instruments, me radical and badical and rocking the boat forever.
ROCK it now!
Currently listening :
Lady in Red: Very Best of Chris de Burgh
By Chris de Burgh
Release date: By 25 January, 2000
Agent Cooper and I walk the line...
Current mood: loved
Category: Life
Letter come in the real mail, from far away places! Pirates, wind! Gentlemen opening the doors for the lady! Lover kids! Families in thrift stores reading books and playing! Girls with PhDs in bartending! Sweet sweet people! Tight baby T shirts on boys! Calypso women and ragtime kids! Rocking the Mohawk with glitter at your Grandma's Birthday party!
I had to add on to my blog because earlier, I was cut off from my little blogness. Basically, life is a kaleidoscope myriad jambalaya of EVERYTHING delightful as well as Skin-sinking bonedeep sadness and people bent with their weird personal and emotional handicaps. Lately I have gotten a forceful breeze of the darkness and sadness and ghosts that go on inside some ones. It is a beautiful and crazy haunting thing to witness and I am so glad to have it somewhere in my soul to have touched my wisdom, but I am even gladder that I am an optimist's optimist 95% of my time. Oh, to be the "solitary eye nerve-watcher of the world's whirling diamond."
Oh, Jack. "Somewhere along the way I knew there would be girls, visions, everything." yes yes yes. I love love. And I am such a lover right now! Truer than ever I know it more than ever. I am true. I am true. I am true. So are you. Happy Holiday time to everyone I decided I am going to make it the happeningest season ever for myself. And that is going to involve EVERYONE ELSE! :)
Life is so beautiful and we all have bad days, last Thurs-Friday happened to be that for me. I was sick you got to give me that one. But truly, I love this Nevada city. I love the feeling that I feel which is so effing huge and lovely that I could explode. I realize, sure, if I have to be sick and alone for a couple days, that bites, but you know what? Not forever ever, forever ever? Never. I realize, on this good day, on this wonderful amazing through-my-heart everything day, that even sadness is glorious. And today I am damn sure not sad. And Placerville does kind of bite the bullet you know? That city full of people S-T-U-C-K in 1994 til forever. Fake boob wearing, NASCAR obsessing, playboy pin-up posting, Racist, crappily overly religious gay-hating, non-openminded yuckness I DON'T NEED IN MY LIFE EVER, thank you very much. Thank goodness there are some youngsters there now who are hip to the trick and want to just love and make noise and make art. No, though, Nevada City is in me to the death.
I am reading about Miss Lotta Crabtree and Lola Montez and all the gold miners and the whole ordeal back then. It is so enlightening. Placerville was "hangtown", and this other area was a cultural center. So that makes sense now doesn't it folks? I like lovers not fighters. I am trying to not be a fighter, so don't call me one just for making the statement. I am lover not a fighter but damn all of you who were too busy while I was dieing but nevermind I am gonna love you to the death too. I will be fine, at first, and then I will be amazing and in love. And then everything will come. Stars, rains, picnics, screaming streets, pull over on the side of the road laugh attacks, kids playing instruments, me radical and badical and rocking the boat forever.
ROCK it now!
Currently listening :
Lady in Red: Very Best of Chris de Burgh
By Chris de Burgh
Release date: By 25 January, 2000
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