Friday, October 30, 2009

this made me think of you poppa:

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

just a little pick me up courtesy of the one and only, peepers perry:

Jacob, age 92, and Rebecca, age 89, living in Florida, are all excited about their decision to get married.

They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore. Jacob suggests they go in.

Jacob addresses the man behind the counter: "Are you the owner?"

The pharmacist answers, "Yes."

Jacob: "We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?"

Pharmacist: "Of course we do."

Jacob: "How about medicine for circulation?"

Pharmacist: "All kinds. "

Jacob: "Medicine for rheumatism?"

Pharmacist: "Definitely."

Jacob: "How about suppositories?"

Pharmacist: "You bet!"

Jacob: "Medicine for memory problems, arthritis and Alzheimer's?"

Pharmacist: "Yes, a large variety. The works."

Jacob: "What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson's disease?"

Pharmacist: "Absolutely."

Jacob: "Everything for heartburn and indigestion?"

Pharmacist: "We sure do."

Jacob: "You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?"

Pharmacist: "All speeds and sizes."

Jacob: "Adult diapers?"

Pharmacist: "Sure."

Jacob: "We'd like to use this store as our Bridal Registry."

Thursday, October 8, 2009

my. fucking. jam.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009 has this feature (for select shows) called detail view. For instance I got to drool over close ups of all the shoes from Alexander McQueen. I wish it was 2036 so I could wear them all. Or that I weighed 90 lbs (for the same reason). Can't wait for the spring when I can walk around in lingerie and nude colored shirts with booty shorts all the time, for reals.
Trying to purge my wardrobe. It's not going so well. I've decided to get rid of things (like all my dress pants when I replace them with one pair I actually really like.) I'm trying to get back to basics because they seem to be the only things I wear anyway.


Non Fiction:

Finished—> Why Kerouac Matters: The Lessons of On the Road (They’re Not What You Think) (John Leland)

Finished—> Oswald’s Tale: An American Mystery (Norman Mailer)

Started—> Life the Movie: How Entertainment Conquered Reality (Neal Gabler)

Next—> I’d really like to read a book about/by Eadweard Muybridge. Seeing how I don’t own one and, probably should not spend more money on books (since I’m broke and spent 40$ at Barnes and Noble last week anyway) I’ll probably move on to Breaking the Glass Armor (Kristin Thompson).


Finished—> On the Road (Jack Kerouac)

Started—> Big Sur (Jack Kerouac); The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Next—> I have Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass (Lewis Carroll) waiting (see: above ill sucking at the teet of The Man in Barnes and Noble) but, as soon as I finish Big Sur I’m moving on to Visions of Cody or The Dharma Bums, really, whichever I get my hands on first.


I wrote a dumb stupid fraction of a poem in my journal last night. It did get my eyes wet which will be better for writing later, like tonight, though. Process/progress. Haven’t started in on the study questions I took off the net (throwback Sparknotes) for On The Road yet. Maybe I’ll do that tonight. This Life…book really makes me want to talk back and I can see my notes getting progressively longer in the margins already. It feels good to be waking up. Lots of words to look up—vocab tests would help.


Haven’t written a letter in a while. The guy from the Sopranos is looming over my station. I almost wish it could help me write more violently- in every notion that could mean. Eh, I pound pretty hard as it is I guess. My flowers have wilted but I never want to throw them out.
One thing's for certain: There are going to be an awful lot of beige jackets and pants, khaki shirts, and colorless chiffon things to choose from—or possibly shy away from—when Spring deliveries arrive. bolds...

Monday, October 5, 2009

audible sigh followed by slumping of shoulders
although, i guess i shouldn't be too jealous considering she's letting russel brand bump uglies with her. ew!