Fridays Are Just So Excellant

If I were a Muppet, I would be waving my arms up and shaking. I am not a Muppet, so all I can do is write several exclamation points.



!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Great Job

Yay! 

Yesterday was a good day. Yesterday, you totally get a star.

New Poem:

Waltzing Matilda

Tonight, the stars dance on tiny white tables
To the music of the singing waiter moon.
And she sat, in all her glory, perched upon her chair,
Angled.
Like an ant, I march from her toe to her skirt hem.
I am a man of substance.
My breath turns to words I will only recall when I arrive home.

When her star eyes dance to the music of that white moon
I am ashamed.
My ant body will soon be crushed under the heel.
I am crawling, digging dirt, being placed under the magnifying glass.
I will go outside, I will greet her with the words of great men.

Alas,
The carpet seems to be eating my laced up shoe.

Pop Pop Pop

Popcorn 

Sometimes I think if I moved Adam around the states a little, showed him how people not in the city live, or just plainly how not his friends live, he would agree with me that he is a pretty active person and goes out way more than everyone else in the world. Sometimes its hard for people to look outside themselves. I forget to all the time.

My Breath is Even Hot

It's so freakin hot. So hot.

This is me over the weekend - - - - - "Can't get up off couch. Melting. Arg."

My money situation is a bit tight, to the point where In & Out felt like the highlight of my weekend.

You Know What Would Be My Favorite

A COMMENT

Stomach, Stop Arguing

I believe we have widdled our communications solely to the internet. I also attempted to do spell check on widdle and it does not seem to be a real word. I thought it was. Well maybe its one of those crazy mix ‘um upsies words that I seem to create all the time.

I am really happy Amanda is in my wedding party. She deserves to be in there. Its sad that things didn’t work out very well in the last year, but it seems to be improving, and I’m glad. I miss that girl. I really am excited for this wedding!!!

Still Pissed

My toe hurts. And no one appreciates me.

How Bored Can I Be if I Keep Talking to Thee

I'm not really bored. Just a little anxious, thats all.

By the way....everything is ok


It really is 

A Little Later

I think I might have broken my little pinky toe. It hurts like a bitch. Also, I am never helping again. Its such a waste of fucking time. I end up feeling like an idiot most of the time.

Night and Day

When I was young I don't remember my parents talking to me. I also don't remember hanging out with too many other children my age. Mostly I remember playing with legos in a room alone, or upstairs in the attic pretending to be a teacher to my cabbage patch dolls. I also loved playing piano.

For awhile I had my own music room, back in Indiana. I loved it there, an entire room in the basement with a piano, and organ, and several bookshelves filled with music. It was funny trying to play the organ as my feet and fingers never really co-ordinated. To be honest, I wasn't very good at playing the piano either. I can read music and play a few actual classical peices, but my fingers just never grew out of there short stubby phase. I was never meant for greatness.

I just mostly sang alot, attempting to accompany myself. Hymns, showtunes, even just making up a melody when there wasn't one. The echo was great in that basement room, thin walls, thin carpet, just perfect. While most kids were wathcing MTV and shopping, I was alone in a basement room screaming my lungs out. Sometimes my dog, JD would come in an watch me, confused. Usually he was my only audience.

It was a great shock to me when we moved to New Jersey because our piano was placed in the living room, and half our music either was lost, stolen, or ripped to shreds. I didn't have my seclusion den. I didn't have my place.

I still feel that way, now in an apartment with no piano, no music to read, no place to hide. Although now I read aloud a lot when I am home alone and my cat stares at me, also confused.

Good Morning My Desk

I really love the Red House Painters. So simple, just a man and a guitar singing quietly. It is dangerous for a singer to put himself up like that, with nothing to drown out his lyrics. The songs really have to stand up for themselves. He talks mostly about the Midwest, growing up with an idyllic notion that was soon shattered when the rest of the world opened up. I just have a problem listening to it at work. Music takes me away, even in the most inappropriate times. Also, I really can’t stop myself from singing along, which is rather embarrassing in the work place.

With a Burble

My inspiration actually comes from somewhere surprising, and probably needs to remain just that.

Strangers in the Night, Glances

When my breath collides between my lips
a small sound comes forth, a whimper,
that when heard by a person standing
with his head beside my neck
it alerts an inner system of wires and hooks
that changes their skin to a thick leather,
tough and unnerved.

Our brains switch, and I receive the jello mold inside his head,
cold and wiggly.

The floating peices of fruit block me
from seeing what comes next
and the world becomes a blur
of firsts and lasts.

How Nice it is Outside

So guess who walked into Ralphs Grocery store and bought the brand new Harry Potter hard cover for $17.99. There were stacks of them. I saw no line. All those crazy fans should have went there.


harry potter is a woman! 

Shit on Me

Our May Day films are up. I was on Team Meat Anagram. Watch in horror.

May Day Films

Also, yesterday something happened that 50 years down the line I will remember and shudder. I was so ashamed.

I Miss Yesterday

I took yesterday off to play GTA. Jesus, I am so lame


GTA 

Also I need new clothes for work. I feel like a fucking slob. Maybe because I wore a shirt that has a stain on it.

This is new

I'm a baby 

I am totally being treated like a baby in my office. I guess I am a bit young around here, but I am a professional.

Friday Means Ice Cream!

I love to google random phrases. I usually put them on the links (if you click the title you get the link. I really like that somewhere in the world someone has made my nonsense make sense.

Yay!

Its friday.

So Wrong

On an unrelated note....


I am angry.  


I need someone to slap.

I tried, I really did

I realized that the only way to be cool is to add pictures. I want to be cool, so here is a picture.

I really do want to be worshipped by throngs of men. Is that bad? Damn you people secret crush on me!!!!!


Bridezilla! 

Weekend A-Go-Go

I talk a lot.

Sometimes I like to look up pictures of towns I used to live in. I mostly can't find any. I sometimes wonder if my memories are true because I have no proof that any of these places existed.

I looked up Plymouth Indiana and all the images were of old people, cops, and cars. How sad. Looking up my own name is even sadder. Several images are of graves. Never do I find myself.

Finally I Wrote A Poem

after only a year

Reason for Art

It seemed casual enough.
Just a small preference towards his side of the table,
A slight movement of elbows.

I hoped he hadn’t noticed.

A sane person would not act at all.
A stable person would stay staring at the salt shaker.
Instead, I, reached for the ketchup bottle
With a lump in my throat.

Tonight I will dream of boats
Beaching me on shore
Without the hope of returning to sea.
My arms will pull the sail as hard as I can
Until they ache,
And I will awake with salt in my mouth,
Dry eyes.

I should pull back from the table.
I should go home.

Well That Was Akward

Leaving this weekend to my Aunts. We are leaving Evelyn with a trust worthy friend. I bet she'll have more fun with him then with us. That always happens.

Does red go with green?

Does this blog make me seem like a nut case?

Well, no one reads this anyway, so I guess its ok.

I wonder if only cool people get comments?

Maybe if I wrote about anything mildly interesting. Like the story I told about our cat Evelyn and Adam going to Wyoming to find catnip shoes. Catnip shoes are a gateway drug to catnip tiaras.