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.