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| Nine Wednesdays past, as the big hand reached 5
I took my pew in the Church of the Wholly Unsuitable.
A child of no particular gender
sang songs of sawdust and whaling
with no regards as to whether I listened
But i did anyway.
I reached into my pinafore
and whispered a different body part
for every rusty spring
on my spiky metal rosary.
Communion of pepsi and pretzels
was placed on my trembling tongue
By the most reverend pisstake
a towering amphibian of a man
or man of a amphibian - one never can tell
he leaned over me
dripping swamp juice
and croaked so only I could hear:
"I'm gonna miss you kid
but a frogs gotta do
what a frogs gotta do.
Don't hate me because I'm Dutiful" | | |
| I don't really have a topic in mind, just 5 hours or so till i meet Jo, and some time to kill. So, here come the bullet points, mofos. (It seems I'm playing a little game with myself called "How many commas can I use today?") - I really need to be better about remembering my keys. Today is the third time I've had to Ninja style it in to my house. One of these days I will actually die. My death, however, will not be in vain. I will be a cautionary story to kids for generations to come. An urban legend perhaps...
"Don't forget your keys man - remember what happened to that girl (was is Tracey??). She tried to climb in a window and fell on an Albino alligator. Funnily enough that wasn't what killed her. She was later kicked to death by Greenpeace members - Albino Alligators are rare. Superette girls? Not so much." - It was fairly chilly last night so I pulled on a over sized woollen jumper, a skivvy and some trackies and sat down to watch Greys. When I stood to get a snack, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and came to a chilling realization - I started to dress like a vegetarian. Not a hip one either - a home schooled, socks and sandals, off the grid, kind of vegetarian. Gourd help me.
Okay, so that was only two bullet points. I could have very easily made them into two paragraphs. But then I would have had to link them. And I don't want to. So there. (And also over there. It's really small, you may have to squint a little to see it.) | | |
| Looking after a three year old has taught me a few vital fact about the Playhouse Disney channel -
Worst Theme Song - Mickey Mouse Club House - "It's the mickey mouse club house - come inside, it's fun inside." Seriously guys - You're DISNEY! If there's anything you're good at, it's stupid rhymes!
Best Show - Little Einsteins. Yesterday, I learnt about the life of Mozart.
Also, Dane Zanes is a freak. | | |
| I find my self ever more queasy RE: situation in N. Korea. So far I've been able to treat "nuclear threats" as abstract, but this baby has been gnawing at my gut. I don't think it helps that my new home (for a couple of months) is a block away from a fire station that hasn't updated its alert system - so I'm awoken a three in the morning to a siren thats eerily similar to the one that in the movies means "get your ass to a fall-out shelter - and now". The good news is that new place has internet - even if it is budget dial-up. Sirens and dial-up - just like being back in the nineties, but with more emos. | | |
| Know what sucks? Having to use the Internet at the library. I've had it with waiting while 14 year olds spend three hours looking at My Chemical Romance's myspace page.
I must make sure to change my xanga look one of these days - it looks like it belongs to that chick from Evanesence (sp?).
I found Office Space on DVD for $9 - super neato. | | |
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