It's been a real week!
I don't even make time for this blog and I just started a new one for the magazine. It's time to get real and begin making my love of writing and all things creative and my love of gainful employment start sleeping in the same bed together. Right now, they have a sort of bunk bed situation going on and that's just not good enough. I'm thinking of sticking them in a nice queen size... maybe I'll toss them a few beers first... light a sultry-scented candle. Before you know it, their feet will touch, then perhaps their hands. Someone dares the other to spoon them and that's all she wrote! Well, figuratively. Literally, it should be the beginning of some writing, but now we're just splitting hairs.
One day, I hope they make a sexy decision, get it on, and the baby they produce is a paycheck for doing something I really enjoy and feel good about at the same time. But not too good, I'd like there to be an element of naughtiness. Like I'm slowly, nonchalantly walking away with a baby's candy or something, you know?
That baby has already had too much sugar anyway. Plus, I haven't had lunch.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Election Shmellelection
I know I should be blogging about being a Democrat and women's and gay rights and all things good in the world and how the country will burn down in flames if Mitt wins and all that legit jazz, but three things are fact right now.
1. I'm lazy. I should also be looking for jobs. And I can't even bother to really type a body to this blog; it's a copy/paste hack job that's all over the place! I'll try to mix some politics in if I can.
2. I have been writing for The Loop for days straight now so I wanted some nonsense time with these itchy fingertips.
3. I don't feel the angst I should about the world because I'm happily dating.
On the other hand, I feel quite a bit of emo angst about that because I have been trying to teach myself not to count my chickens before they hatch regarding boys and happiness. (or before the pound dog eats them. Sorry, inside joke) But you know what? Fuck those chickens. I'm going to count every last one of them over and over and will them into existence for a little while. I'm going to sing to them and shine a light on them and if they hatch, great! Hey guys, look at all these chickens! If they don't, God makes more chickens. Unlike glaciers, when the Republicans ignore the environment and they melt and the oceans flood and shit, there will definitely be more chickens. (see what I did there?)
The only way to get rid of chicken loss (and terrible foreign policy) fear is to be inspired. And the only way for me to get inspired sometimes is through song. I was leaning toward Sara Evans "As If" regarding my little chickens (who are unfortunately Conservative, yet understanding that I'm liberal), but nobody screams hope (and forward-moving America and health care reform) like... Taylor Swift. Plus, the second I heard the line start "on a Wednesday, in a cafe" I teared up. Because that's exactly the day it happened. (also the day we'll learn who won the election, so that's convenient)
Also, I hope if Obama is reelected, he makes the same surprised face that Taylor Swift makes when she wins awards, but that's neither here nor there. Just enjoy these lyrics that make me smile and please send your good vibes to my chickens. (and go vote tomorrow. Unless you're a Republican. In that case just stay home and eat pancakes.)
1. I'm lazy. I should also be looking for jobs. And I can't even bother to really type a body to this blog; it's a copy/paste hack job that's all over the place! I'll try to mix some politics in if I can.
2. I have been writing for The Loop for days straight now so I wanted some nonsense time with these itchy fingertips.
3. I don't feel the angst I should about the world because I'm happily dating.
On the other hand, I feel quite a bit of emo angst about that because I have been trying to teach myself not to count my chickens before they hatch regarding boys and happiness. (or before the pound dog eats them. Sorry, inside joke) But you know what? Fuck those chickens. I'm going to count every last one of them over and over and will them into existence for a little while. I'm going to sing to them and shine a light on them and if they hatch, great! Hey guys, look at all these chickens! If they don't, God makes more chickens. Unlike glaciers, when the Republicans ignore the environment and they melt and the oceans flood and shit, there will definitely be more chickens. (see what I did there?)
The only way to get rid of chicken loss (and terrible foreign policy) fear is to be inspired. And the only way for me to get inspired sometimes is through song. I was leaning toward Sara Evans "As If" regarding my little chickens (who are unfortunately Conservative, yet understanding that I'm liberal), but nobody screams hope (and forward-moving America and health care reform) like... Taylor Swift. Plus, the second I heard the line start "on a Wednesday, in a cafe" I teared up. Because that's exactly the day it happened. (also the day we'll learn who won the election, so that's convenient)
Also, I hope if Obama is reelected, he makes the same surprised face that Taylor Swift makes when she wins awards, but that's neither here nor there. Just enjoy these lyrics that make me smile and please send your good vibes to my chickens. (and go vote tomorrow. Unless you're a Republican. In that case just stay home and eat pancakes.)
Took a deep breath in the mirror
He didn't like it when I wore high heels
But I do
Turned the lock and put my headphones on
He always said he didn't get this song
But I do, I do
Walked in expecting you'd be late
But you got here early and you stand and wave
I walk to you
You pull my chair out and help me in
And you don't know how nice that is
But I do
And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did
I've been spending the last 8 months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
He said he never met one girl
Who had as many James Taylor records as you
But I do
We tell stories and you don't know why
I'm coming off a little shy
But I do
But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did
I've been spending the last 8 months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up
But you start to talk about the movies that your family watches
Every single Christmas and I won't talk about that
And for the first time, what's past is past
Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did
I've been spending the last 8 months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
He didn't like it when I wore high heels
But I do
Turned the lock and put my headphones on
He always said he didn't get this song
But I do, I do
Walked in expecting you'd be late
But you got here early and you stand and wave
I walk to you
You pull my chair out and help me in
And you don't know how nice that is
But I do
And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did
I've been spending the last 8 months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
He said he never met one girl
Who had as many James Taylor records as you
But I do
We tell stories and you don't know why
I'm coming off a little shy
But I do
But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did
I've been spending the last 8 months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up
But you start to talk about the movies that your family watches
Every single Christmas and I won't talk about that
And for the first time, what's past is past
Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did
I've been spending the last 8 months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again
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