SOX, i like to wear them

White ones are the best.

I miss Cardiff and Edinburgh as much as if i had lost my left arm somewhere during the night. Sigh.

What would you do if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and Karaoke with me? Play me old dears, and I'll sing you a song, and hot damn, i will try to sing out of key. I get by with a little help of my friends, I go bi(polar) with a little help of my friends.

See what happens with the hermit sets in? My life gets slow. I blame the bears game yesterday. Rain, cold, and Whiskey Eileen = insanity.

Ciao 4 now.

Some day

Some day the no-talent police are going to come and take me away for being a hack at life.

Until then, i'm riding this as far as i can go.

I spent all day playing video games AT WORK. And they encouraged it.

Cars, cars, cars.

Why do people suck at driving? Why do they suck at parking? Why must i use my aggressive driving skills to teach the world to drive?

Because i'm eeeeevil. ;) JK.

My name is Jonas

Edinburgh is a slice o heaven. Like a mint chocolate chip shake. like a freshly baked homemade chocolate chip cookie. like a hot guy checking you out.

no...... its better.

I have nothing interesting to say ever. I feel like a dullard. I'M A DULLARD. pity party for one.


Thank you.

Ignore the lack of picture. It'll be there soon. Soon, pet, soooooon.

YOUR MOMMA DRESSES LIKE A MONKEY

Amygilly.

HOw the heck is one suppose to post on your blog if YOU haven't posted, hmmmmmmmm?

Get on that, YO!

I have spoken.

I'll take the high road, thank you very much

I'll take the high road, you take the low road and I'll be in Scotland BEFORE YEEE

Damn straight.
Aug. 18th. On the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond.

No no no.

I was straight up the Lone Wolf, but with hints of the shoveller. You were Baby Bowler with hints of Blue Raja. Cara was and will always be the Sphinx with hints of invisible boy!!!

Headaches, underwear, and shoes are the...

bane of my existence. Two are something I'll have to deal with one day, and the third is just a pain in my ass.

So very nau-ghty.

Many apologies for my lack of blog attention. The real world has kicked my ass in that kind of "i like being productive"/"i miss doing nothing but writing all day" kinda way.

So yes. Here I am. Here. That's where I am.

Can I just say how GORGEOUS chicago is? My god. Walking around with Willa is hilarious and really visually entertaining. And there's always something new to look at- quite appropraite for yours truly and my short attention span. It's like where's waldo, but I haven't quite figured out what waldo is.

Some man called me a MILF last night. He's said it before (he's a door guy to an outdoor pub on state), but I thought he called me ralph. Nope, he called me Milf. Double edged sword of a comment. Thanks and do i really look that old? oh well. age? just another adventure. yes. crazy is as crazy does as an 80 year old woman- that's my philosophy.

Off to artichokes. ciao for now.

Totum Poles aren't so scary from the bottom.

Work is fantabulous.

Nice people, nice work, tedious work, happy work, boring work, but work that I like. Still finding my way up the brick path. Nice color yellow. Now only if scarecrow was canadian. The cowardly lion is a comedian mike in a cubs hate. Now I've just gotta pin point the wicked witch (i think i know who she is) and stay the hell away. The witch my house fell on is subdued and likes me (hence the red shoes on my feet) and Glenda, my individual guide, sits kiddycorner to me. Tin man is a lawyer and hates the cold of the air conditioning (makes his joints creeky). The kid is toto and she follows me everywhere. The man behind the curtain is never around and she's a chick.

But all in all the emerald city isn't such a crazy place.

As long as the queen with a hundred heads doesn't make an appearance i think i just might make it.

Nothin of interest

Oatmeal is good.

Re-educating the homeless

Sisterly spat, ready? go.
How did you not know I was moving? It's all over my posts- like a whole two or three of 'em. Or maybe just one. But still- there's that one!

I'm in the gold coast (i.e. "I love goooooooold" post) now in a fantabulous apartment. Dawn is 2 miles away. Work is two miles away. And Caprini Green is two miles away (or less). Michigan Ave is like 4/5 blocks away (or less). I'm working for Star Farm Productions (i.e. the "phew" post)- which deals with the Edgar and Ellen books (for teens) and cartoons for nickelodean, nick jr, disney, PBS, etc. OF course none of them are on air as of now- it's a young company, but we've just sold deals to those companies and we are doing marketing with Target and Sam's Club, etc. I start monday.

I have to email you my addy for mrs. tracy of the big sis persuasion.

I wish you'd move here with us so we could build you a nice cardboard mansion. State of the art. I love the homeless prez. She's my twinlet.

I think I fell in a pit of craziness

I have found the mecca to which I belong. Crazy people EVERYWHERE. Some woman outside (while I was urgin' my dog to use the restroom facilities, aka the bushes) told me that Willa wouldn't pee there because of the smell. She had a thick polish accent and kept saying smell. I was like "yeah, but she only goes there, she's new to the city, don't understand the place yet" and the woman looked at me cross eyed and then said, "you are excused" dismissing me with a wave of her hand. Weird.

Doesn't help that I live next to an elderly home. And Caprini Green aka the ghetto. There are also hella expensive and wealthy people around who chat with me at the dog park. Appartly having a dog automatically means I must be social with anyone and everyone who cares to chat. The conversation rarely veers from topics of pets, but i suppose it's a starting point.

There's a police officer here who will billy club and pepper spray ANYONE who had their dog off the leash- and without warning. I have been warned three times from people who have already had run-ins. Excellent. Something to look forward to.

Rebel without a cause

I feel the need to NOT pack. I start moving in tomorrow night and I'm all of not packed. I've done a whole lot of not packing these last few days. I push things around and stare puzzled at them, while stroking my chin in thought. What kind of thought? The blank- i'd rather not pack thought.

Well argh dammit!

Today I shall make it me goal, me hardy, to locate and obtain fer ye an item of exceeding value and wealth. One that would make yer very eyes sweat and your tongue drip and droop, desperate for a taste of what prizes could be attain'd by such magnificence.

oh aye.

(crew: aye!)

And then, ye mongrel, I shall take it to the bowels of the earth and bury it where no scabby sea dwelling dog, nor any bastardly buccaneer could ever catch a sniff, much less a sight, o' me precious booty. And by booty I do not mean my fine white arse. I'm talking treasure of all treasures, with a price tag that exceeds any expectations.

There it will stay until the sky rains hellfire and the earth opens up and spits the bloody cargo from its very bosom. Until then, me hardy, only i... aye, I-

(crew: Aye, aye!)

-Aye, I will know of its peaceful resting place. And if any carnivorous dog with wealth on the mind comes a courtin', then let the wrath of satan come down upon him, for I will unleash the very dogs o'hell to eat his sorry carcass and spit his remains into the depths of the sea where not even davey jones himself could come for tea.

That is my word of bond- tighter than any rope can knot, and stronger than any hurricane that blows. And on that (spit to the side) ye can rest yer very life upon. Aye...

(crew: Aye!)

Best thing in life? sweet sweat. No... that's a lie.

misspelling is like a sport for me... subconciously.

Shame that my work is in words. Hope that doesn't hurt me some day.

Movin' on up... to the north side, to a deeeluxe apartment in the ninth floor sk-yyyyyy. I've finally got a piece of the gold pieeeeeeee.

My dog is the biproduct of a moose and a kangaroo. Interspecies love affairs are special. Not ride the bus special, or live-in-mom's-basement-with-comic-book-collections special. But that kind of special "you got it!" sticker on an A+ paper special.
Me? I'm that should-be-wearing-a-helmut-with-my-name-on-it special.

I'm a happy girl with a nasty cough

(sailor with a fog-horn voice) "Allllllllllllllllllls WEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell!"

Phew- can I mention that again? Phhheeewwww.

So I was starting to sweat this internship thing HARD CORE. Like, really really badly. I hadn't heard from them, they didn't give me a secure date, etc, etc. I thought they were going to back out on me last minute. I was seriously stressing. Like panic, making myself ill, stressing. I mean, could you blame me??? It's the perfect opportunity for me to do what I've always meant to do. Foot in the door of where I want to go and all that jazz. I gave up the phd thing for it- and that was a lot of work!!

But no worries! The reason they hadn't called is because they couldn't decide to put me with the interns in the writing teams or with the big dogs in the marketing development company. Nice. Either way? I'm a happy lil monkey. and that's all the matters.

Relief is bliss.

Hack'n up my baby bumble bee...

I feel like there's a whole nest of them buggers in my lungs, buzzin' around, makin' life all difficult for me. bastards.

My big sis DOES love me??? Kleins... calvins... underwear... men, yum.
Tell her I can be reach in three ways, a) telepathy; b)stalking; c)by phone. But why use such silly, primative methods when I can just email her. I love her. make sure she knows that. Dawn, remember when she made me take the umbrellas out of my hair at misty's wedding??? I wore them for like 20 minutes and no one noticed and the first thing out of her mouth was "elizabeth n*** take those out of your hair right now." sorry about the *** i like to stay illusive when the opportunity presents itself.

Liz... move to the city with me, dawn, and the rest of your homeless comrads. we want you there. this is an order. and do not mistake my seriousness.

i think we should road trip to carrots again soon. that way we can hang out in a computer store for three hours while carrot decides which laptop she wants, the black or the black. big head and dirty-haired actor boy can entertain us.

Homeless are always welcome with the gypsies, liz.

All hail the returned prez. Even if her new name is anonymous. quite mysterious if you ask me. very "silly girl" of you. or at least "silly girl" as "silly girl" thinks of herself. The illusive life for me. Perhaps that's why we're twinlets (see what I did there? twin, triplet. twinlet? damn i'm freak'n clever. clever like family guy clever. that's the bestest kinda clever, ya know. the phd of clever. the notch higher than homestar clever).

Pansy days

.......I'm feeling odd, anxious, and oddly displaced by life.

The moving, job, new worries, money issues, writing issues, lack of publication of novels thus far, parents' new house search (boo), and random run-ins with certain awkward individuals from past lives (ahem, coh-cha), and life in general are all starting to pile into heaps on me and I'm starting to wonder if straight jacket white is my signiture color.

I just need a good karaoke session and maybe a jig.

and a hug.

One day I'm going to have to learn how to grow up and be a big girl.

I hope it isn't for a long, long time.

p.s. the Fire are terrible. Maybe that day when i make the move into big-girl-hood they can learn how to play professional soccer properly. or maybe that's too much to ask.

That sally is so hot.

I am tired. i'm tired stacked on top of tired. I'm tired squared.

So much for being ill (stupid asthma- i punchasize you) and going to a concert for sa-sa-sally. They were the bestest. www.sallymusic.com.

promo.

that's what sisters are good for (the good times, the bad times, i'll be on your siiiiiiiiiiiiiide forever more).

i can't wait till the gold coast meets me. we're gonna be the best of friends.

** pointless blog # 4 (in my books at least)

Drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son

Drunk? yes. past tense.
stupid? occasionally. due to momentary laps of good judgement- usually caused by Whisky Eileen.
Son? no. that's completely off.


Ugh! Momma's day and I'm ZONKED. Yes, i said Zonked. Soooooo hungover. blah. sleepy. anxious. blachey.
80's band + free booze (nothin' like free beer, who can say no to that? gotta love boys) = Whisky Eileen havin' a good time.
Luckily no W.E. last night. She's in hibernation, I hope.

So i've taken myself off to momsy and daddum's house in the country. Spent about 3 hours staring at sunbathing turtles in the pond. Got motion queasy with those damn bioculars (i was sitting on the bank of loch N*****, trying to see every last pore on those wee turtle's faces). So far i've enjoyed a brat (hahaha, katie braught), watched my beloved Finding Neverland, now enjoying Elvis Presley day on AMC, and playing on the computer, looking up items i want to have in my new apartment. yeehaw.

whatta day.

it's tough work being me.

my left arm is sunburned. weird.

Oh, yeah! D- do you remember me telling you about that ape experience? Well, apparently my 'fallen into a monkey cage' club has gotten bigger!! Some kid (11, so three years older than I was) in San Fransisco fell eight feet into a Gorilla enclosure (my fall was only four feet over a fence into a wee water bed). The Guerilla coddled him four three hours. They had to shot her with sleeping drugs so they could get the kid free. At least my experience was only forty minutes and I wasn't coddled... just guarded by a momma monkey (Jill. she knew sign language. she died two years ago). Damn low fences in Lincoln Park Zoo. I wonder if i was mentioned in any papers. I love having famous experiences like that... even though I don't remember it too much.

I love goooooooooooooooooooooold

...coast.


Mike myers would be proud of my new digs. He would offer me a schmoke and a pancake.


i love scotch. scotch scotch scotch. down in my belly. scotch scotch scotch.

so my death "wish" if you will is a wee too early of a presumption on my part.
(knock on wood- proper wood you fool, get your mind out of the gutter! you're only allowed there if you're visiting the homeless- AND THAT INCLUDES YOU LIZ, wherever you've disappeared to... some triplet/twin you've turned out to be. What kind of prez ignores her in-meeting entertainment like this? ready dawn? home [make the rooftop] less [questioning hands])

sleep calls me. yes it's only 1041, but i still need to go home and prepare. and i'm a pansy. at least i'm not a nancy like some belt character. nancy.

shove off, matey ARRRRRGH. and that's what they say is that.

PHA-U... or or pha-ewe... or few... or even phew

So yeah... I love how "i'm dying" transmuted into "i'm pregnant and the daddy could be these choices". Choices, ha! There's only ONE choice and his name? Joshua Jackson. You can call him pacey for short.

In regards to my beloved joshua, I must also stipulate ewan "first choice" mcgregor (god forbid his marriage fall short), colin the scotsman (stop your booing and hissing), and hayden "hey darth, remember when i stalked you and that damn anthony daniels barred us from our love" christenson. Gary Oldman olds up the "old man" category. But we wouldn't have children. The world would be our children.

Anyway- i'd love to have our babies and be crack addicts, dawn!!! We could sell them on ebay for the big bucks! Or even better- do the words "showbiz moms" sound as enticing to you as they do to me????? we'll be bloody BRILLIANT.

I'm dying.

And the good doctor is gonna give me how many months i've got left @ 2:30.

sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

growing old was just a fad obsession anyway.

I have been naughty.

Well. Not really. Yes. No. maybe? I'M NOT TELLING.

that's means a disgraced, non-committal no.

So yay. It's the day of mon. I'm 180 pages into the sequel the Twilight Kids- and I'm hella proud of it.

My problem with the day? It's may 2nd and it BLOODY SNOWED. what is up with that?

While I was in the UK it was 40 degrees there and 80 degrees Chi-ca-go-way. Now it's freak'n cold here. Am I not to enjoy the weather atoll?

Speaking of weather is when one has nothing of interest to say. So how do i respond to this realization? Lie.

So yesterday I decided that I am going to drive to arizona for erin staley's graduation on the 15th of may- stopping in st. louis to see fam, stopping in columbia to see steph, jack, and the fam, stopping in colorado to see Amanda Brackett and Tonya, then jutting up to Banff, Alberta to see Janey, Tom, and Chris, then over to Vancouver to stalk James, then down to LA to see Meggers, and finally in Arizona to see erin. I am going to video tap it and make a documentary. Hopefully a mockumentory of the insanity of the random people i meet, greet, and who in turn worship me.

sound like a plan, stan? yes. yes it does.

Day of the Thurs.

And so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
...........most of the time
and so it is
another story
no love no glory
no hero is her sky
i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my EYES off of you
I can't take my eeeeyyes off of you
I can't take my eyes....

Seriously, this is a problem. I can't take my eyes off of you. Why don't you step away and see if that helps. Do tap your foot me! - I've already said that I CAN'T take my eyes off of you. Perhaps if you did a little work then we wouldn't have this situation. Fine. I guess I'll just have to stay this way.

I'm an idiot- worse, I'm an american idiot. The sad part is- I don't have a redneck agenda.

It just keeps getting worse, and for that I apologize. I am flawed.
So what's your problem? I shall address this to Dawn, perhaps nick, maybe homeless- but there's no love these days with the homeless (she's got all her teeth, you can't trust her). As for the rest of you meatballs, thanks for emailing me instead of posting... YOU HAVE MISSEDETH THE POINTETH.

I shall go now and spare us all.

Truck Monkey and Blue Hippo

What a weekend. Seriously... what. a. weekend.

So, yes, what shall i speak of on this fine mon day? The sky is bright, the trees are a fresh young green, and the dog-drool webs (like spider webs but with saliva) that Willa has decorated my house with catch the light of the sun with an extra special sparkle.

Yum.

I CANNOT wait to go to Barnes and Noble and get some writing done. I CANNOT WAIT. Caaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot. I'm all hopped up on imagination and it's starting to play with my mind. MY MIND! but what else is new besides my current complete lack of respect for the b in but... i'm sorry, it just didn't need to be capitalized at that juncture.

I have an idea... why don't you thank the maker? I saw that pin a lot this weekend. Along with the tag line of www.thankyougeorge.com - at least that's what my memory is fooling me into believing. It could have been a complete other website. Who knows?

Well, I must take myself away now. Off into the blissful day that awaits me beyond this screen (it'll probably plunk me right down indoors in yet another area, preferably with books and coffee as i have already mentioned).

Nonsense is the bliss that dreams are formed by.
and that, is what they say, is that.

Home again home again, jiggidy jig.

I fell asleep in those airport lounge chairs in Heathrow. When I closed my eyes, i was alone. When I opened 'em I was surrounded by italian men wearing all black and leather jackets. they were staring. i was afraid.

Oy! Mate! what kinda feck'n poy-nt es this, A? Noh qual-idde, dats fer sure.

London is insane. insane people. insane life. insane tourists.

After the play last night this woman hit me in the face with her bag as i walked by. Two guys charged her (i tumbled to the ground) and a police officer showed up. As soon as my arse hit the pavement, i was no longer a part of the scene. Sure, i was the one who got HIT, but it seemed everyone else decided their involvement was more important. I laughed. I thought it was freak'n hilarious!!! so we left the world to deal with the problem of the woman and her bag situation.

So i finally moved computers here at easyeverything. my last one didn't have space-bar control. it was messing with my mind. MY MIND.

I milled around with mom and dadders today, they got tired, so now i'm on my own. ferg was too hung over to move. I'm going to catch up with them again tonight. They're HILARIOUS.

I don't really have anything of interest to report, other than the bag to my face, so perhaps this was a waste of a post. i'm addicted.

ta ta knuckleheads and meatballs.

Friday night and the mood is righ- tired.

Walking in eternal peril would suck.
i've walked all day. and although i loved it, i'm t-t-tired.

ugh.

But yay! So last night, I got "propositioned" by a 50+ year old man with a wedding ring on. Strange. It was in a bar with my parents sitting like a table away. Crrrreepy. What is up with people these days? Lechers everywhere! Last night i saw Nicole Kidman at her premiere of "the interpreter" and this man was standing behind me. I felt him cup my rear, and i was like... that's odd. so i gave him a glare. i thought it was because of the crowd. then he did it again, so i moved slightly, enough to get my rear away. then, as the crowd pushed in, he was back on my bum again, and "happy" as xmas for a kid. Then i felt it. the movement. It was an awful .5 seconds of realization.
so i hipped checked him right in the groin and he groaned "uff" and disappeared.
i feel so used. Why do these people come to me? All the weirdos and randoms seem to seek my out as their queen. I don't understand.

I suppose i should just except that fate and sigh with gratitude. at least i'm appreciated. (wah wah waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

okay, well i'm off to the thea-tre for Andrew, you know... Mr. Lloyd Webber's new play. Pum pum pum. With? A herring. No, i mean, my parents.

ciao.

i'm drunk

crappers. i 'm drunk and pissed off at elizabeth. what's new?

she left and dint' say ANYTHING! i was watching this old man, gay stripper strip and making new friends while heckling, and she left. SHE LEFT. i was so pissed. but i still ahd fun. ferg, chris, and i raced to the top of security window fencing 5 times. i won all but ht esixth because i couldnt' compete then... my hands were torn up. but i'm stil the undesputed champion.

then ferg and i decided to climb throough people's yard's bushes... fun at first, then ferg jumped into one and hurt himeself- i jumped into it and fell and skinned myknee. sucker. i t sucked.

they're eating taoast, i'm in elizabeth's roomn. she just got home, but i'm slightly angry she ditcheed me. and all because of the male stripper and texts she got. i never ditched her when HE textged. i miss him. sigh.

Twenty twenty twenty four hours agoooo i want to be sedated.

Nothing to do, no where to goooo, I wanna be sedated....
BY WINE.
yahoooooooooo.
Just checked my email- got some stee-uff done for Star Farms (fingers crossed again). We are low on the cashola (well, eliz and ferg are... and we know MY broke ass situation) so we're drinkin' in tonight. Mmm Mmm.

Dawn... i love ya. Liz.... i love ya. Why do our friends suck? Nick... you're shady (you said it, not me) but i wouldn't trade ya for tapanga any day. I still wanna punch-a-size your face in... but in that not really kinda way.

Where's everyone else? It's shin kickin' time...

If the Wicked are to inherit the earth... there are going to be a lot more bloodied shins around

tomorrow i leave for london. saturday scotland. hopefully i won't be in edinburgh very long- i don't want to run into certain people. the sad part is, i love that town. loooove it.

side, random, off the wall tangent-
disappointment in people sucks.

There are rocks ahead.
if there are we'll all be dead
no more rhymes now i mean it
does anyone want a peanut
agghhhhhh

I've got the rage. THE RAGE. somebody's shins are gonna pay!

Okay, so it takes like 'em ('em is the knew "um") days to get a big post to finally appear! and when i say days, i mean, one... And when i say post- i mean the topic post, not the underscore posts. Those are pretty speedy. I have no complaints with them. It's just those blasted topic posts.

Also, i'm disappointed in the performance blogging level of some of you knuckleheads.... Leave it to the homeless to step up to the plate. And Dawn's uncle. That's two. Two bright spots out of a whole email load of meatballs.

What's up with that? No...really... what IS up with that? Elaborate! Go on... do it!

p.s. Eliz and Ferg are at work, I'm low on cash, and it's night in for me. Poo.

What a load of whoey.

Lying to myself has backfired.

26 is definitely not as cool as I told myself it would be!!!!!!!!!

Perhaps its because i'm in a college city- but everyone looks like they're 12!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh! And today these three welsh/italian (they're accents were blended) guys kept staring at me blatantly at the coffee shop like paparazzi (of course i love that thought) but they were like 50+ and I felt sad.

I suppose I'll give 26 another try. But it only gets one chance! One!!!

Yesterday was fun- except for the moments i thought i was going to DIE. sweet george!!!! or jorge, you decide. Dearest Elizabeth took those sharp turns at 95 on a two lane road that only fit one car!!!!!!!!!! I was white knuckled- and that's huge for me. Landscape was gorg. Gem, if you will. I've taken crappy photos on a disposable so i can post them before i get back (the nice ones will be developed at home).
Last night? Blew monkeys. Big hairy ones. Ferg and Elizabeth did their best though... and they're wonderful in their own unique way (i sound like my 1st grade teacher explaining ME).

Adventures away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some called us the pirates of the road... but that fruitful day, when we- Eliza-Bath (UK friend) and Silly Girl- took the wheel of their tiny ford KA rental car... life would NEVER be the same.

Ahooooooooooooooooy!

it's my burfday. i'm old. and i llllllllllllllike it.

shine on, shine on...

i swear, i'm going to bed soon... just waiting for those last drops of wine to go away

i felt the urge, beneath my feet, sat by the river and it made me complete, oh simple things, where have you gone, i'm getting older and i need something to rely on, so tell me when you're gonna let me in, i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin, i came across a fallen tree, i felt the branches all them looking at me, is this the place, you used to love, is the place that i've been dreaming of? oh simple things, where have you gone, i'm getting older and i need something to rely on, so tell me when you're gonna let me in, i'm getting tired and ineed somewhere to begin, oh have you had a minute why don't we go, talk about it, something only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know, somewhere only we knooooooooow...

and......?

........i'm spent.

One A.M. and I'm A.O.K. and that's another lie.

So, it's like 6 chicago time. I'm wide awake. We didn't go to the bars, but instead had a feast of pizza and 4 bottles of wine, between michael, elizabeth, and myself. yum. They're passed out in the other room.

Nothing overly stellar happened today. Went to city centre- CROWDED! Saw the prince marry camella. yay? I met up with the homeless old man who sings with the fake plastic mic. He saw me and kicked right into "I've got you under my skin"- he knows i love my frankie. We're like so tight.

It was a tad too chilly with a touch or six of rain, so i didn't get to do much people watching. Eliz didn't want to come into town with me because she didn't want to spend money. So... I was... alone. Hermit seems to be a good color on me.

We went to mass tonight, I ate eucharist and Elizabeth went bonkers. It's a catholic church, i'm a protestant. Weird how there is still "rules" about that kind of thing. It was fine back in catholic high school, but apparently not over here. She's got a dash of irish in her and that's a no-no in their book (her mom's from the emerald isle- which oldly believes green in a bad luck color... who knew?) Michael thought that the priest's eyes were going to bore through his soul. He thought the choir was going to break into "loctos dominoos" (aka, that jerk from KS's song... what was damien's real name, dawn?). We stood out. Elizabeth the alcoholic, Michael the "male" lover, and me the heathen protestant. We were like those monkeys "i see no evil, i hear no evil, i speak no evil" monkeys.

My blue boob is stretched out a bit. I think it's time for a blue boob replacement. But can I be so disloyal? I'm heartless. Too bad they cost 15 bucks.

GOOD morning GOOD morning, the little bird said!

I'm tired. it's 11 in the morning and I'm knackered.
Guess what dope ended up going out anyway last night? ugh. We were out FOREVER... but i only had beer, so no Whisky Eileen. I was frightened of what she might do on no sleep, exhaustion, and whisky. So i managed to behave.

Elizabeth was toast (slap some butter on her). I had to manuever her home, she kept walking into walls. we got kebabs and all that (like a middle eastern taco, it's the number one drunk meal here) and i watched third rock to the sun until elizabeth sorted herself out enough that i could go to bed.

looovely.

well- here's to a day of randomness!

Death becomes me

My patience is thin, i am tired, and you can't always get what you want. but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need- sorry elizabeth's music is BLARING in my face and taking over my weak-willed thoughts.

i am weak.

I don't feel social. i'm on 45 minutes of sleep and a LONG LONG period of time traveling. i want to vegetate, but unfortunately can't. i like these people (eliz's co workers) but i am evil now. i want to confuse them with terrible rhetoric and loopy thoughts. i want to channel ron burgandy.

i shall try it.

and it shall be good.
dawn... why aren't we popular anymore?

And I ride in a wolf pack... of one.

What is the "fly...fly away" quote from? It's said kinda freaky (perhaps Ben stiller in dodgeball?). Oh god, it's been killin' me for days... DAYS. It's in a comedy, i just can't remember.

so i'm packed. my undies are clean and lacy. camera, film, books, and toothbrush all in place. glittershoes protected by two sweaters. ulcer with a new wing, like the hand-shaped mansion joey is going to live in with his hand double and phoebe inhabits the thumb (she sells drugs to kids! what? she...sells drugs...to kids!). nerves a boilin'. all a rearin' to go... uuuuuugaaaaaaaaahghgeahgoea.

what mess will I find myself in this trip?

Time, it will tell, yes? yeees?

I'm doomed

What has happened to me?

When did I become such a freak'n girl?

Father of the Bride just ended and I sobbed like a freak'n nancy girl. Last night? I watched Queer eye and sobbed like a nancy boy. I mean... they guy, sniff, he hadn't seen, sniff-sniff, his pop in twenty five years! *sob* Twenty bloody years! And he was like "dad, I've miss ya" and his dad was all like "i'm proud your mine son" and I was like "baaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww". Tears everywhere!

What happened to the girl that used to watch that stuff with mild amusement and a pinch of pity?

Sweet George.

There's that commercial... with the King... and he's just trying to give a hamburger... and everyone just looks at him like he's a stalker... *sob, wail, sputter, slurp, sniff, sob* Why don't they understand him? He's just a king lookin' out for people!

I wish that king was my friend.

And the lies? They have begun

So when I said "Day before the day" what I MEANT was... the day before the day before the day! Because today? Today is the day. The day BEFORE the day, I mean. Ya follow?

If not... get on the path! Je-sus (hey-zus)! Jorge (Whore-hey... or George, your choice)!

Anywho. So yeah, I'm nervous, as I always am about returning. I always worry about falling back in love with the place, so deeply, that once again I skip my flight homeward to stay an undisclosed amount of time, eating cheapo supernoodles (5 whole pence! that's a dime!), contracting scurrrrrrvy, or gaute due to lack of nurtition and overhaul of carbs. And then there's the wrath of a freed Whisky Eileen after being caged for so long. She causes havoc with a capital H. Trouble with a capital T.

Ugh. The fear and love of it all.

Dawn. Why for thou art not answering thy phone? Don't make me stalk you. You know I can!

What a lovely day it is- gloomy clouds and all!

much luv. me.

The day before the day

I'm leaving this harbor for the sea.

I'll lead you upstairs. If you've got no worries, than I've got no cares. I'll...lead you up stairs.

An afternoon of debaaaaaaauchery.

And we can shine!

Great one liners from David Gray songs. Filled with Welsh brogue. And appropriate for me flying away (fly...fly away). When shall I return? That, my dear friends, is the question.