Scene: At Coach's before the Jon Stewart Show
Cast: Me, Leila, Ehren, Lindsay & Husband, Lauren & Husband
Ehren: Oh man, you've never seen this girl [me] eat ice cream.
Me: Ehren, shut up.
Lindsay: I've eaten ice cream around you before...
Me: Not an ice cream cone. Ehren, stop talking...
Ehren: She eats ice cream like...well she eats ice cream the way most girls give blow jobs.
Me: Ehren, shut up! I work with these people!
Ehren: You said they were your friends.
Lindsay: At this point, I bet she's hoping we are...
Mental note - keep Ehren away from alcohol AND my co-workers...
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Yes I realize
that this has gotten a bit dark lately...but so has my mind so I'm afraid you will have to bear with me.
I realized, somewhat suddenly, that I have lost the lightness that I enjoyed about myself, and that I need to get it back. Of course, more troubling, is that I didn't lose it, rather I had been faking it for the last...well let's just say a really long time, and that I'm just losing the masking ability.
I was lightly flirting with someone tonight. I was watching TV and saw a perfectly done romantic scene - it was what I define as perfect. Not cheesy, not what most would call romantic, just sweet and loving and precisely what I find missing.
The flirting helped...
This is disjointed and will likely remain so, as I am tired and have been awake too many hours. Regardless, should anyone want details give me a call please. Otherwise, we'll chat whenever.
I realized, somewhat suddenly, that I have lost the lightness that I enjoyed about myself, and that I need to get it back. Of course, more troubling, is that I didn't lose it, rather I had been faking it for the last...well let's just say a really long time, and that I'm just losing the masking ability.
I was lightly flirting with someone tonight. I was watching TV and saw a perfectly done romantic scene - it was what I define as perfect. Not cheesy, not what most would call romantic, just sweet and loving and precisely what I find missing.
The flirting helped...
This is disjointed and will likely remain so, as I am tired and have been awake too many hours. Regardless, should anyone want details give me a call please. Otherwise, we'll chat whenever.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Dorothy Parker
A Dream Lies Dead
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
I Give Up
It's Friday again, and here I am doing my usual Friday night routine.
I've had it. I'm out of options, I'm out of ideas.
I've tried being depressed, and that's not helping. I've tried laughing it off...hell I joke about it to my students. But you know what? It's stopped being funny.
$%*& this. $%*& this and everything that makes me feel like this. I won't even put up the list because it's not worth the effort. I don't care about this #!^@ anymore.
So, I give up. The end. I'm done. I'm not dealing with this anymore. Numb? Sounds REALLY good right now.
I've had it. I'm out of options, I'm out of ideas.
I've tried being depressed, and that's not helping. I've tried laughing it off...hell I joke about it to my students. But you know what? It's stopped being funny.
$%*& this. $%*& this and everything that makes me feel like this. I won't even put up the list because it's not worth the effort. I don't care about this #!^@ anymore.
So, I give up. The end. I'm done. I'm not dealing with this anymore. Numb? Sounds REALLY good right now.