They've Got Me By the Ears

Right now Amy Blair is more like Linda Blair in "The Exorcist"...evil. Of course Linda Blair is vegan and totally rad and Amy Blair makes my Fridays, so I really have nothing against either of them.

But before I read Week In Craig today, I knew what I was going to do with the extra money from my paycheck which had 15.75 hours of overtime pay on it. I was going to budget it the same as always and leave the extra money in there and it would eventually go to one of the following:

-paying back my friend (a whole lot faster)
-getting new glasses (desperately needed)
-putting money back in my savings that I took out (post-nyc/dad's birthday)
-giving my parents money (can you ever *really* pay them back?)

Of course now I have visions of pink rabbits dancing in my head and loads of thanks are on their way to New York.

I remember the disappointment when the rabbit died. It was bad enough when the battery went dead, but to have it break down on me was the worst. Of course only one of the functions went out but it was the function. So it was good as dead anyhow. If it was going to be a vegetable I'd rather just let it go. Hmm...vegetable, I guess I could have tried one of those, but you aren't supposed to play with your food and I'm pretty sure that is way out of bounds.

So the ear-wiggling era ended and I had to go back to the old school method, which I like to jokingly refer to as "going digital". There aren't as many technical difficulties, it's free, and a lot quieter. But the rabbit habit is a hard one to shake.

If I lived alone it wouldn't even be a question. But the walls are thin and the house is stacked against me right now.

I'm telling you, if someone invents a silencer for vibrators, s/he will make a killing.

Read My Lipstick

It always blows my mind the way some females will whimper and whine to get what they want and the men go for it just about every time. I can't operate like this, it's just too pathetic. Even though I'm not the most aggressive/assertive gal around, I still won't do that. Maybe I'll ask nicely or even attempt to flirt, but I'm telling you there is a fine line between wiles and whining and it separates the women from the girls.

Just Like Before

I'm listening to "yesterday once more", well, a cover of it anyhow and it is just the most resonating truth of the week.

On Sunday I had to get a lot of my boxes out of the garage and since they can't be out of there I had to bring them into my room. It was mostly cd's and tapes and my mini comics "collection".

I went through a lot of tapes I made trying to find out what was on which and searching for others I had hoped were not casualties of cheap walkmanship. I didn't find the ones I wanted and they'll have to be re-taped, but what I did uncover wasn't too bad. I found a tape I had started making for someone. I guess I stopped because I thought it sucked, but it's actually decent. Then there was another one which I had just written "records" on w/ a green sharpie. That had so much fun stuff on it. I listened to it yesterday and I was bouncing around in my chair and giggling and rocking out and having an awesome time. It all came back. I guess I'm offficially old enough to get things like that now. But I'm hoping that if I keep listening to the things I loved when I was young, which I still do love, it'll help me keep some of the youth alive. Melt the years away like the song says.

What's funny is that other things I was into at the time are also coming back to me. I'm ready to go sneaker crazy again and have too much of a good thing. I am back on pink again. All I want to do is dance dance dance and have fun and cook up a storm.

I know the past should be the past, and its best to just keep going forward, but the past is still part of you and you can't duck it as much as you would love to sometimes. I think it's okay to bring the good stuff out now and then as long as you don't let it keep you from other good things you could be doing/seeing/being/etc. in the present.

Sometimes I need a recharge or a reminder or a jump. Organs and handclaps and la's seem to do the trick.

Buried Treasure

I'm probably late on this as usual, but I *think* I like tilly and the wall. I was lurking and found a description and links to their mp3's. The first song on their demo is total summer pop silliness, so that hooked me in. I haven't really listened to the rest and I was kind of worried because I guess someone in the group is from cursive and I'm still annoyed that when someone first met me they though I was emo. But, I think the pop will cancel out the pout. So far, so good. Bouncing in my chair at work is a vast improvement from being slumped over the keyboard when I got here. Morning Thunder+ cute girls singing= work is *almost* a fun place.

Interested parties can go here for the demo and here for the lp.


This person made my day.

P.S. I need HTML summer school in the worst way. I'm slippin'.

Itch and Bitch

If you remember those cartoons where they show a circus of fleas whooping it up on a dog, then you have a fairly good idea of what this week has been like for me. I have bites just about everywhere you could imagine. Apparently they have this thing for biting you in really close places like the crease of your elbow, your armpit, etc. So I was worried about other such places but so far I have been spared that. Anyhow I am too preoccupied with wanting to itch or burn it all away and grossed out by all the red spots I have which for once are not pimples, so much so that I haven't had the time or inclination to update. This is mostly so I will not let this one die like the other did.

Here are posts that could have been:

*you can take the girl out of the barrio but you can't take the barrio
out of the girl (la cricket=my mom)

*why do people have to call someone "fag" because they've been done wrong

when what they really mean to say is maybe "jerk" or "asshole"?

*why do some people have no hustle and where can I buy some for them?


*some kind of incomplete review of jacqueline susann novels

*the irony of my dry cleaning bills which more often that not amount to more
than the cost of the clothes I send to be cleaned

Not unlike Cher Horowitz

Jacqueline Susann is about all the reading I can handle right now. I blame my old roommate for my inability to resist reading her. Every time I go out I find one of her books and I have to get it. I recently got my hands on Once Is Not Enough during a Salvation Army sweep. It's still summer so I'm using that as my excuse to read such things. When fall comes up I'll read something more substantial but for now it is perfect.

What I am not getting is why in both fiction and in real life, some girls don't tell the guy they are having sex with that is is their first time. It just doesn't make sense to me. I know it wouldn't all of a sudden make it the best experience ever but I think if said guy knew to go a little easier or wait a little longer or take more care um... prepping the area, it wouldn't be the worst either. I could see that it might be an embarassing thing for some people to admit, and I know it turns some people off, and I know that a person's sexual history, existant or no, is her own beeswax. I just think maybe it would help a smidge if he knew what he was getting into so to speak. From what I've read and what I've heard, it almost always ends up with the guy asking "why didn't you tell me?" and apologizing profusely and promising the next time will be better. I give this book,"La Bamba", and a former compatriot of mine as examples. Communication is really important in relationships and even more so in sexual ones, so it's really important to open your mouth before you open your legs, at least I think so.

Of course that's all speculumative.