the needle penetrates his skin easily, pumping him full of multiple cc’s of a foreign, ghastly substance. human blood, now coursing through his veins. highly hallucinogenic. within moments, he feels his comfortable green skin beginning to peel away from the amorphous membrane that holds his brain in its sac of comfort and delight. his suckers begin to pulse as though a human heart were now beating inside of him; perhaps it is psychosomatic, tales of how that strange hydraulic organ pumps this wild hallucinogen throughout their tiny pink nubs. eventually, his suckers can no longer hold him down, and he begins to float freely, only the saliva tethers keeping him safely connected to the surface of the glans-body below.
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Fibs.
Why is it that so many people think that lies or half-truth is a good alternative to just being cool and being straight with folks? A friend of mine is pregant, and doesn’t want her ex husband to know about it, fearing he’ll feel bad. I don’t know, but I think that once he hears about baby showers, and everything, it’s going to be hard to hide she’s having a kid. I’m from the “just pull the band-aid off, and be done” school. What’s worse is that I feel obliged to help by not bringing it up at all… oh well. no biggie, really.
Workworkwork!!!!
First off, thanks, mootpoint for adding me to your friends list! I’ve enjoyed your stuff for quite a while. 🙂
Second. April sounded sincere yesterday when she said she’d look for an apartment today. I was home until 2pm, and she didn’t even get as far as changing out of her jammies. Fair enough, it’s her day off, but I feel a bit upset that she’s not making the effort. Ah well, She’ll have considerably more $$ in 2 weeks, and if I have to, I’ll find her a place myself. I just don’t want to get into my standard catch-22. (Here’s some help, I don’t want help!, Well do it yourself! Don’t tell me what to do! Ack.) I can feel the confrontation coming, I’ll just gently push for a while, so it won’t be totally unexpected, but I still feel like I’m being used. Feh.
third. I swear, I’m so delighted at the amount of support I’ve gotten from a number of you folks over the last little while. You guys really brighten my day, and bring me much joy in an otherwise dreary day. ***Big Hugs to Allayas***
Mr. Rogers song. It makes me feel good every time I think of it.
I’m such a marshmallow. I heard this song earlier, and it’s got me all teary-eyed and happy at the same time, even if the music is cheezy, and sort of reminiscent of Snoopy. Thank you, Fred Rogers, thanks so much.
It’s You I Like
© 1971, Fred M. Rogers
Click to listen to the song.
It’s you I like,
It’s not the things you wear,
It’s not the way you do your hair–
But it’s you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you–
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys–
They’re just beside you.
But it’s you I like–
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you’ll remember
Even when you’re feeling blue
That it’s you I like,
It’s you yourself,
It’s you, it’s you I like.
Please don’t put anything on the doorknob, because it may cause the Trouble.
There, in the darkness, stood my Greatest Fear, wearing a trenchcoat and some kind of cape, and for a moment, I was breathless with horrible anticipation. It ambled forward to the tune of a sultry saxophone played by All My Ambition, and when it spoke, the words were chiseled in crystal, “Don’t look behind you. I swear to God, you better not look behind you.”
Well, hours later I finally ordered supper… saw Scary Movie, and it was pretty weak, if you’ve seen all of the commercials, which show the majority of the funny bits. The rest was fairly mean-spirited, but there was one or two clever twists on the ‘scream’ theme. Overall, I’d give it 1/2 star, no stars if you’ve seen the commercials.
Two angry beavers, and an eggplant parm are in my future. Too bad nobody delivers cocopuffs
what to do, what to do…
the shop here on the homefront is already dark, and my roommate is in bed. I’m just up chatting online with the lovely and talented Erin, while munching on a peanut butter bagel. Aprils listening to her new tape, otherwise laying there quietly. Newton left my lap for the windowsill, even though it’s dark out… I imagine he wanted more stable footing.After gabbing, I now want to get back more into music. I think I’ll pick up a recorder too… something more quiet than the loudies I play. maybe something hand-sized. (a guitar is great, too.. )
Will wonders never cease?
April paid me back the $5 I gave her the other day for smokes. It appears that she got $400 paycheck, bought some videos(?!?) , a carton of smokes, and trinkets at the girly-store. *and* Vacuumed the apt, which really needed it. Good. A good side of her being here. I was needing one. Now, for her to find a place of her own. Soon. She was having trouble sleeping tonight and has to work tomorrow. She now has the $$$ to take her happy self wherever. I’ll be interested in seeing if she buys food to share here, as she’s been consuming my supplies left and right, or if she gets April-centric goods. I hope it’s the latter, as I don’t want to be blamed for “why she couldn’t do it”, etc.
Rowlf is now, and always will be my hero.
“I Hope That Something Better Comes Along”
(Rowlf & Kermit–both voiced by Jim Henson–sing their laments about women after Miss Piggy just walked out on her date with Kermit)
(Dialogue Intro)
Rowlf: Lemme guess: broken heart, right?
Kermit: Does it show?
Rowlf: Listen…when you’ve been tickling the ivories as long as I have, you’ve seen a broken heart for every drop of rain, a shattered dream for every fallen star!
Kermit: Exactly. She just walked out on me.
Rowlf: Ah, typical. That’s why I live alone.
Kermit: You do, huh?
Rowlf: (plays piano) Yep. I finish work, go home, read a book, have a couple of beers, take myself for a walk and go to bed.
Kermit: Nice and simple.
Rowlf: Stay away from women. That’s my motto.
Kermit: But I can’t.
Rowlf: Neither can I. That’s my trouble…
Rowlf:
You can’t live with ’em, you can’t live without ’em.
There’s somethin’ irresistabullish about ’em.
We grin and bear it ’cause the nights are long.
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
Kermit: (spoken): Yeah, I know what you mean…
Kermit:
It’s no good complainin’ and pointless to holler.
Rowlf:
If she’s a beauty she’ll get under your collar.
Kermit:
She made a monkey out of old King Kong,
Both:
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
Rowlf:
Ah, but what could be better than a saucy Irish setter
When puppy love comes on strong?
Or a collie that’s classy, a laddie needs a lassie,
A lover and wife gives you a new leash on life.
Kermit: (spoken): Uh, Rowlf, was that a new ‘leash’ on life?
Rowlf: (spoken): Oh yeah…sorry about that.
Kermit:
I don’t mean to scare ya, my friend, but I betcha
Come “Father’s Day”, the litter bug’s gonna getcha;
Rowlf:
The urge is righteous, but the face is wrong.
Both:
I hope that somethin’ better comes along.
Kermit:
Still, it’s fun when they’re fetching,
And agree to see an etching
That you keep at your lily pad.
There is no solution, it’s part of evolution,
Rowlf:
You’ll sooner hear the soles,
The little feet of tadpoles.
Kermit: (spoken) Ah, Rowlf, tadpoles don’t have feet!
Rowlf: (spoken) Oh. Sorry about that…. 2, 3, 4.
Kermit:
There’s no limitation to mixin’ and matchin’
Rowlf:
Some get an itchin’ for a critter they’ve been scratchin’.
A skunk was badgered the results were strong.
Both:
I hope that somethin’ better,
I hope that somethin’ better,
I hope that somethin’ better comes along!!!
Rowlf: Beep bop bidder da dum dum bum bum bum!
Rowlf: (spoken): It’s not often you see a guy that green have the blues that bad!
Hey Keen…
My pal JenJen is showing my journal to another counsellor type person tonight… I wonder what the hubbub is, and even moreso, I wonder what Jenny’s reaction to some of my past entries will be. (If she bothers to read this very deeply.) She knows I’m a big goofus, but I’m not sure how much of this she’ll want to be knowing. (I’m happy posting all of this to the world, so no sweat on my side… I just suspect that she might be in for a surprise or two. Or not? She’s pretty perceptive. And shares my love of Curious George. Actually, I’ll be surprised if she reads this entry, but if Jenny’s out there, Heya! 🙂
hmm…
Well, April says didn’t find the school she was going to register for yesterday, and also claims that her mom has breast cancer. I don’t know if it’s true, or if it’s just a story to soften me up and cut her slack about staying at my apartment. 🙁 It’s an efficiency, and there simply isn’t the room for two people that aren’t happy being smooshed close. I think I’m going to go online and call around for apartments for her.
No Lunch?
I just had some of my gang let me know that my lunch date with ’em might be preempted by a farewell to a co-worker. No IHOP for Scotto. Not too bad though, I may see if pal of mine Dave is up for a movie. What started this Week? Rocky & Bullwinkle? Scary Movie? Hm. I have’nt seen Me Myself & Irene yet, either. ::shrug:: Nothing tickling the movie-belly.
The body…
From a misbegotten memory of Emo Philips at the Hasty Pudding.
“My body isn’t a temple, more of like a badly run presbytarian youth center”
Hm. That’s about where I am now… Trying to get better though. 🙂
Wakey wakey
Recieved a lovely letter from a swell person who really brightened my day… thanks Christin!! It made me very happy, and came when I could really use it. Got up too late to do my regimen (If anyone thinks I’m going to walk 5 miles in July /noonish /Florida, they’re plumb loco. Ah well, I’ll shower, sync and be on my way. Hope you all have a happy day!