computer!.......so.......slow!.......needs......big....strong.....nerd......to.......fix it..........
take me to Virginia Beach! it screams..........give me to Mr. Wonderful!.......it says.......
Resistance is futile.
I shall do it's bidding.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Moving can be very stressful.
Hence me not writing much.
It's not the moving so much as the million and one things to attend to, to remember, to not forget lest the world come crashing down. And then there's the financial element.
So, I'm about to move. Then Monday was my birthday and my truck decides to crap out it's fuel pump. Long story short, it ends up costing me around $520 to get all this crap fixed. I'd just spent $200 having the rear differential fluids done, oil change, transmission flushed, and the...uh...whatever it's called when they fry all the carbon crap outta your engine and fuel lines....argh...darn brain....anyway....
So I spent my birthday with a truck I'm too scared to drive (I got paid later that day and could then get it fixed the day after...). I couldn't even go out and splurge on something nice for my birthday cause I needed that money in case the fuel pump cost as much as it did. (Chevy, why must you create parts that are attached to a bunch of other crap? ~sigh~)
So now it's Friday and I came home today cranky as hell because it's my last weekend in Asheville and I don't have any money (not that I ever go anywhere...) but I accept my fate and start my laundry and lo and behold, find $12 in a pair of pants.
Yah, $12.
When you just scraped together change, enough to put a few bucks in your gas tank so you can make it to work to get your check on Monday, $12 is a freaking JACKPOT, dude.
Yay for laundry.
Yay for being a spacecadet who loses her own money and then finds it again.
Yay.
Hence me not writing much.
It's not the moving so much as the million and one things to attend to, to remember, to not forget lest the world come crashing down. And then there's the financial element.
So, I'm about to move. Then Monday was my birthday and my truck decides to crap out it's fuel pump. Long story short, it ends up costing me around $520 to get all this crap fixed. I'd just spent $200 having the rear differential fluids done, oil change, transmission flushed, and the...uh...whatever it's called when they fry all the carbon crap outta your engine and fuel lines....argh...darn brain....anyway....
So I spent my birthday with a truck I'm too scared to drive (I got paid later that day and could then get it fixed the day after...). I couldn't even go out and splurge on something nice for my birthday cause I needed that money in case the fuel pump cost as much as it did. (Chevy, why must you create parts that are attached to a bunch of other crap? ~sigh~)
So now it's Friday and I came home today cranky as hell because it's my last weekend in Asheville and I don't have any money (not that I ever go anywhere...) but I accept my fate and start my laundry and lo and behold, find $12 in a pair of pants.
Yah, $12.
When you just scraped together change, enough to put a few bucks in your gas tank so you can make it to work to get your check on Monday, $12 is a freaking JACKPOT, dude.
Yay for laundry.
Yay for being a spacecadet who loses her own money and then finds it again.
Yay.
nosirree, nobody doesn't like no Sara Lee, yessir!
I wonder how many rednecks read that and have no idea what's wrong with it.....
I have decided that someday I need to own my own pool.
Living in an apartment complex, it's always a gamble going to the pool. Today I came home irritated, then decided chilling at the pool was just what I needed. NO NO NO Instead there's a group of kids playing a seemingly endless game of splash-each-other-like-jackasses and the one older boy just keeps going to the edge of the pool to spit. Yah, he's trying to be polite by not spitting in the pool, but it does not seem to occur to him that he's spitting all over the sidewalk and one he even hocked up onto a lounge chair. That was all I could take. We left.
The thought of stepping into someones spit with my bare feet is totally revolting.
Sometimes I just hate people.
They disgust me.
Yah, I'll try to find a way around that feeling. Right after I'm done being a surly bitch.
Living in an apartment complex, it's always a gamble going to the pool. Today I came home irritated, then decided chilling at the pool was just what I needed. NO NO NO Instead there's a group of kids playing a seemingly endless game of splash-each-other-like-jackasses and the one older boy just keeps going to the edge of the pool to spit. Yah, he's trying to be polite by not spitting in the pool, but it does not seem to occur to him that he's spitting all over the sidewalk and one he even hocked up onto a lounge chair. That was all I could take. We left.
The thought of stepping into someones spit with my bare feet is totally revolting.
Sometimes I just hate people.
They disgust me.
Yah, I'll try to find a way around that feeling. Right after I'm done being a surly bitch.
Today I was over near Riverside Drive and saw a Inmate Transfer bus going by. Since I was stopped at the intersection I had nothing better to do than look at the bus as it drove past. And I noticed there were people looking out of the barred up windows, and at least two of them had their forearms outstretched on the top bar, with their chins resting on their arms, looking out.
Something about it was so wistful and sad, and it touched me. I watched them until they were so far away I couldn't see them anymore. What surprised me was that as they drove by I found myself saying, "Awwwwwww....." and staring after the bus feeling sad.
I'm not saying I feel sorry for inmates.
I'm saying being an empath is sad bit of business sometimes.
Something about it was so wistful and sad, and it touched me. I watched them until they were so far away I couldn't see them anymore. What surprised me was that as they drove by I found myself saying, "Awwwwwww....." and staring after the bus feeling sad.
I'm not saying I feel sorry for inmates.
I'm saying being an empath is sad bit of business sometimes.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Dude!!!
Click on the "dude" and watch it all the way through. Some people have waaaaay too much spare time on their hands, and sometimes that's just cool. Besides, how many times do you get to see a guy play the piano with his balls?
~laughing!~
Playing-piano-with-your-balls-dude, I salute you!
Click on the "dude" and watch it all the way through. Some people have waaaaay too much spare time on their hands, and sometimes that's just cool. Besides, how many times do you get to see a guy play the piano with his balls?
~laughing!~
Playing-piano-with-your-balls-dude, I salute you!
I know, I know, I haven't really had much to say lately. Au contraire! I have plenty to say, simply not enough time to type it all out for you. I am busy packing! I'm moving! I leave in a few more days for Virginia Beach....~sigh~
By the way.....blogger, my dear? You know I love you, right? Um, I don't suppose you could um.....(twirls lock of hair around finger)...improve your spell check.....perhaps? That would be grand. This bloggerette would be most grateful.
By the way.....blogger, my dear? You know I love you, right? Um, I don't suppose you could um.....(twirls lock of hair around finger)...improve your spell check.....perhaps? That would be grand. This bloggerette would be most grateful.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
driving and thinking
I was thinking earlier about art...and how most of the art I'm inspired to do has little to do with wanting to create something beautiful or interesting. No, my artistic moments are usually inspired by nervous energy, and the need to do something constructive.
I create compulsive art.
I amuse me.
I create compulsive art.
I amuse me.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Monday, July 26, 2004
it's just not funny
One of my moms friends sent this to me in an email as a joke.
As a mother, I am so not amused.
Feel free to make your own opinion.
And I will feel free to judge you for it.
The birthday girl (yours truly!) has decided that since all my birthdays suck, and I never get to have some Big Hurrah, I may as well do exactly as I please, and order pizza, after buying a truckload of candy, and sit with my son and watch Star Wars (A New Hope) and chow down on pizza and candy and quote Darth Vader.
Mr. Wonderful's birthday greeting
"Know that I will spend all of this day, the anniversary of your birth, thanking the universe for your existence. You are a balm to my soul."
Love fucking rules. That is my Official Birthday Declaration.
Love fucking rules. That is my Official Birthday Declaration.
friendships and arguments
I got in a huge argument with a friend of mine a few months ago. Since the arguing occured via e-mail, I still have the entire argument where I can reread it. I haven't reread any of it until today. Why I chose to do it today I am not quite sure. Why I chose to do it at all, I am not quite sure. What I am sure of is this: time doesn't really heal wounds. Only love and understanding do.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
And the redundancy award goes to......
In case you didn't see the "car in tow" sign in both the RV AND the car, you may have notices that the car is, indeed, in tow.
This combo was also awarded First Place in the Stating the Obvious category.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
in the Marvel Universe....
.....people do not seem to be able to stay away from that gamma radiation.
You would think they would learn.
You would think they would learn.
the power of dreams
Dreams can be a powerful motivator.
For example, I dreamed someone (my grandma perhaps?) was coming over and had to use my bathroom. I needed to clean my bathroom before I felt comfortable with them using it.
Next thing I know, it's 3:30 am and I'm standing awake in the bathroom scrubbing the toilets with no idea why I'm standing there. Like I'm sleepwalking, but sleep-cleaning toilets. It's really weird to snap awake and realize you're cleaning a toilet.
I remembered the dream a few minutes later.
Amusing, no?
And my toilets are clean now. Just fabulous. I mean, you know, in case anyone stops by at 4 am.
For example, I dreamed someone (my grandma perhaps?) was coming over and had to use my bathroom. I needed to clean my bathroom before I felt comfortable with them using it.
Next thing I know, it's 3:30 am and I'm standing awake in the bathroom scrubbing the toilets with no idea why I'm standing there. Like I'm sleepwalking, but sleep-cleaning toilets. It's really weird to snap awake and realize you're cleaning a toilet.
I remembered the dream a few minutes later.
Amusing, no?
And my toilets are clean now. Just fabulous. I mean, you know, in case anyone stops by at 4 am.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
you may now refer to me as Aunt Introspectre
(Aunt Introspectre dances around house singing, "I got a nephew I got a nephew, I got a nephew..." while my son sings, "I got a cousin, I got a cousin, I got a cousin..." in a giddy state of jubilation!)
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Attention fashion police!!!
This man was seen lurking about Asheville. He may be on drugs. I'm hoping so, it's the only explanation...
(The entire hat is covered in SEQUINS, so you understand...)
I have come to the realization that my front lawn is the dog shit capital of the neighborhood.
A few days ago I saw the neighbors dog trot across the parking lot right towards my window, then scamper down the hill, take a dump, and climb back up to do that backwards kicking foot thing dogs do to cover up dog doo. I opened the window and yelled, "Hey thanks for coming by!" at the dog, because it was so damn ridiculous.
At any rate, this morning I open the curtains to see another neighbor and another dog. This one is at least on a leash, but the neighbor is standing at the top of the hill while the dog runs down, takes a crap and runs back up.
This one just grossed me out- the neighbor is standing there, and has no intention of picking up his dogs crap off my lawn. That's just nasty. I would very much like to go up and take a dump on his lawn, personally.
A few days ago I saw the neighbors dog trot across the parking lot right towards my window, then scamper down the hill, take a dump, and climb back up to do that backwards kicking foot thing dogs do to cover up dog doo. I opened the window and yelled, "Hey thanks for coming by!" at the dog, because it was so damn ridiculous.
At any rate, this morning I open the curtains to see another neighbor and another dog. This one is at least on a leash, but the neighbor is standing at the top of the hill while the dog runs down, takes a crap and runs back up.
This one just grossed me out- the neighbor is standing there, and has no intention of picking up his dogs crap off my lawn. That's just nasty. I would very much like to go up and take a dump on his lawn, personally.
Monday, July 19, 2004
I swear to God, if I could just get my hands around the measly throats of all these numbnuts who keep sending me this "Please see attached file" virus crap....
(insert choking and throttling noises)
Ok, it's bad enough that you're sending me a virus. What's worse is that you actually think I'm stupid enough to open this crap.
THAT'S what really peeves me.
(Insert image of me standing them all up in a long line and walking down the line one by one and kicking them as hard as I can in the shin, leaving a long line of whimpering bruised numbnuts.)
NUMBNUTS BEWARE! YOU HAVE ANGERED ME!
(insert choking and throttling noises)
Ok, it's bad enough that you're sending me a virus. What's worse is that you actually think I'm stupid enough to open this crap.
THAT'S what really peeves me.
(Insert image of me standing them all up in a long line and walking down the line one by one and kicking them as hard as I can in the shin, leaving a long line of whimpering bruised numbnuts.)
NUMBNUTS BEWARE! YOU HAVE ANGERED ME!
~~~pondering moving....
I realize this morning that the mere thought of moving is stressing me out. So as I'm loading the dryer, I thought, "Ok. I'm picking up all of my stuff and putting it somewhere else. It's not a big deal."
So why am I freaking out?
I think it's because almost every time I have moved it's been under extremely stressful circumstances, and I've just come to associate that with moving.
Moving= State Of Hell
Ok, I'm going to work hard at erasing that equation inside my head.
Details forthcoming...
I realize this morning that the mere thought of moving is stressing me out. So as I'm loading the dryer, I thought, "Ok. I'm picking up all of my stuff and putting it somewhere else. It's not a big deal."
So why am I freaking out?
I think it's because almost every time I have moved it's been under extremely stressful circumstances, and I've just come to associate that with moving.
Moving= State Of Hell
Ok, I'm going to work hard at erasing that equation inside my head.
Details forthcoming...
Sunday, July 18, 2004
moving melancholy...
dreaming of a future
thinking how it will/might/could be
melancholy images, fleeting sensations of emotion
gazing out at the bay, the mountains a million miles away
my home a million miles away
my heartbreak a million miles away
the past burning there in the sunset, with my life surrounding me
enriching me
saltwater dried on my skin
saltwater seeps from my eyes
finally strong enough to be fragile
........
finally strong enough to be fragile
........
~look up to watch the clouds soar on, wispy bits of life transform before my eyes
everything is transforming right before my eyes
~look down to see that I've uprooted, delicate tendrils of life dangle precariously
...thinking back to all the dreams of youth, to see again that image of a beautiful me, unencumbered by the leaden men of stress who perch on my chest
despite my lack of understanding of their purpose
heavy little bastards move on...
I dream of a future me, the one where I spin delighted on the beach at night, stars above my head, earth beneath my feet, oceans music switching from one to ear to the other and back again
the darkness fades away as the horizon lightens
a sign of things to come
and I'm left with the sparkling dust of my own hopeful thoughts
swirling in my head despite the pounding rain
I shine brightly in the midst of this storm
a lighthouse unto myself
thinking how it will/might/could be
melancholy images, fleeting sensations of emotion
gazing out at the bay, the mountains a million miles away
my home a million miles away
my heartbreak a million miles away
the past burning there in the sunset, with my life surrounding me
enriching me
saltwater dried on my skin
saltwater seeps from my eyes
finally strong enough to be fragile
........
finally strong enough to be fragile
........
~look up to watch the clouds soar on, wispy bits of life transform before my eyes
everything is transforming right before my eyes
~look down to see that I've uprooted, delicate tendrils of life dangle precariously
...thinking back to all the dreams of youth, to see again that image of a beautiful me, unencumbered by the leaden men of stress who perch on my chest
despite my lack of understanding of their purpose
heavy little bastards move on...
I dream of a future me, the one where I spin delighted on the beach at night, stars above my head, earth beneath my feet, oceans music switching from one to ear to the other and back again
the darkness fades away as the horizon lightens
a sign of things to come
and I'm left with the sparkling dust of my own hopeful thoughts
swirling in my head despite the pounding rain
I shine brightly in the midst of this storm
a lighthouse unto myself
"As a Buddhist monk my concern extends to all members of the human family and, indeed, to all sentient beings who suffer. I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their own happiness or satisfaction."
-His Holiness the Dalai Lama, Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech, Oslo, December 1989
-His Holiness the Dalai Lama, Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech, Oslo, December 1989
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Ah hormones. You make me crazy. As does love. And stress. All of which I am currently in a state of...
SO I've been having these monstrous headaches. I finally came to the conclusion that my eyes are bad and staring at this thing all night cannot be helping. Well, I give up and go get my eyes checked, resigned to the fate of glasses or sticking things in my eyes every day (shudder).
Doc tells me I have 20/20 vision and there's not a thing wrong with my eyes other than the muscles are exhausted. Huh? He tells me to sleep.
(I look over at the clock which reads 3 am and think:)
What a funny funny man! Sleep! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Is he serious?
Oh. He is.
No, I think he's right.
My eyes hurt so bad my brain hurts. And that can't be good.
SO I've been having these monstrous headaches. I finally came to the conclusion that my eyes are bad and staring at this thing all night cannot be helping. Well, I give up and go get my eyes checked, resigned to the fate of glasses or sticking things in my eyes every day (shudder).
Doc tells me I have 20/20 vision and there's not a thing wrong with my eyes other than the muscles are exhausted. Huh? He tells me to sleep.
(I look over at the clock which reads 3 am and think:)
What a funny funny man! Sleep! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Is he serious?
Oh. He is.
No, I think he's right.
My eyes hurt so bad my brain hurts. And that can't be good.
Friday, July 16, 2004
I have decided love is a powerful motivator to make me leave a city as beautiful as this...
Of course, you know what this means, people. Beach pictures are imminent. And there are some serious bizarre-o's in Virginia Beach.
Virginia Beach? On your toes. I'm coming your way.
It's bloggy time for you.
Of course, you know what this means, people. Beach pictures are imminent. And there are some serious bizarre-o's in Virginia Beach.
Virginia Beach? On your toes. I'm coming your way.
It's bloggy time for you.
feel the happy doggy love!
We talked to these people at the light- very nice. New Guy told them we were a website that posted unusual stuff in Asheville on the web....(uh, kind of)....and they asked what the site was. As the light turned red I yelled out, "It's Introspecter at blogger!" I doubt they'll find it, considering I couldn't get in to the spelling thing of it...but they wanted to see their dog famous online. Good luck to them finding it, but if you guys do, here's your dog!
Hurrah to all the happy dogs out car windows, hurrah!
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