last nights dream

I had sex with Barack Obama. And I don't remember if it was any good or not. So I think I'm on an island because there were birds and ocean and as we all know, birds and ocean automatically mean island.. Anyway, Barack (we're on a first name basis now) is giving a speech and afterward it's a meet and greet thing. He's talking with my mom and then looks at me and instantly I knew I was going to ruffle his feathers later that night. AKA he gave me the biggest fuck me face I had ever seen. So I'm kind of giddy because come on he's hot and we all know what they say about half Kansans half Kenyan men. Well, later that night he sends a long black car to pick me up, can we say Eliot Spitzer? and then we do it and there aren't any details to tell, aren't you glad? But the funny part is afterwards, there is another random girl there and she tells me they screwed too. ET phone home (Eliot again!) Then I start to notice lots of girls and that is about all I remember. I really wish I knew if it was good or not. Or, if I participated in any cool shit.. I mean immoral acts of copulation only to be shared between husband and wife.

been a long time since I rock n wrote

I am at my mothers and I wish I had some music. But KRCL aka 90.9 for those of yous who don't know about the greatest radio station in Utah is sufficing just fine. It's so nice here; birds chirp constantly, trees shine the brightest green, smog hasn't settled yet so the air is clear, and mighty president Bush is arriving today. Got any grenades? Is that a little risky federal officers tapping this? SO BE IT says my tattooed lip.
I finished my Anatomy class with an awesome A. Can I get a whoop whoop? Summer school starts mid June and so does my GRE class. My summer is going to be a blast.
My favorite thing I've heard this trip is from my lil sista who recently gave birth. Holding her 5 month old daughter, "do you like her?" And the best thing I've seen.. a demolished mall parking lot with a few things left standing- random entrance ways, bubble roof tops, and an elevator leading nowhere.

what do you think about this

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Probably the grossest thing I heard this semester.

How Frida feels when it's 100 in SF

Say it LOUD Say it CLEAR

if anyone is checking this for any fancy updates I apologize. A girl can't be that neat when there is all this muck going on in the world let alone her head. I know I know sift through it all cause life is beautiful and live baby live. Well, 18 veterans kill themselves a day, while 2 or 3 per day die at wartimes. I don't want to make this a total bummer, but while I'm on the sidelines please please please DO NOT BUY FROM Dodge. NOTHING, NADA, ZILCH. It scares me that Dodge teamed up with petrol giants to promise cheap gas for a specified amount of miles and/or time. weird crazy world we live in. Thank the mighty Lord above that there are things like peanut butter cupcakes, arts & crafts, and Democracy Now. I guess I'll keep making stuff out of plaster that looks like white blobs.

it's like riding a bike

Except it's a motorcycle so it has a little more power. And you can't go in the bicycle lane. Although it has been a long while since I drove the trusty bike, the sensation came back as quickly as the sickening feelings inside of my stomach. Not a morning type of sickness, freaktothefunk it's late night yo, so that means the program we all should be watching- DEMOCRACY NOW! is on. Cyclones, civilians, lack of aid. Clinton, execution, the USA. The starving kids and no healthcare. Desperation, dislocation, torture and the 8th amendment. Guantanamo. I should stop. Drop and Roll? I can't do that. I have to work with Al Gore. He lives in my city and I must save the world. Forget Top Chef and realize that Dooce doesn't mention anything of importance (a lot of sites that I peruse don't, for that matter).
I can't go on thinking how jacked up the world is, you have to find the beauty in everyday because you never know when the wave will come crashing down. I don't have a problem finding beauty. A few days ago I walked into a random grocer and what do I see? The princess of fruits, Mangosteen. It is from Thailand, which is where I was introduced to it, and until recently had been illegal to bring into the USA (quarantine issues I suppose). So this morning after my second acupuncture session when I came home with radish seeds taped to my ears, I cut up a bunch of fruit and with a little fresh lime sat down to enjoy this.

oh my god

I HAVE TO WRITE A BOOK TONIGHT. the power of these words need to be heard by everybody.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhAYP_m4k0w

Why did I feel like throwing my phone in the street tonight?

Is it because I have mice in my apartment? Maybe because I haven't worked in almost a year? Or the fact that I have yet to read the dog training books and the puppy keeps getting bigger and chewyer. And on a similar case, have yet to read the vocabulary builder I so hurriedly requested from my brother because before I know it the GRE will be here and I will be up shit creek as far as vocab goes. Come to think of it, the math section will drag me into shit rapids. Anyway I look at it I know there are numerous ways to cure my current bout of unhappiness and for now the last song on the new Devotchka album is doing just fine.

Silent Witness

While awaiting my stop on the Muni (that's the trusty bus line that runs SF) I looked up at the security camera and saw the name Silent Witness, how great is that? It reminded me of a few things; how great of a thinker I am, Billy Collins whom I've mentioned before, and the movie screening I worked at a few nights ago. The movie is called Graduation and is good for the teens, so any of yous who has a teen or has contemplated robbing a bank should see it.
My job was to check in people who were on the VIP list and my oh my was I underdressed. I was seated so that covered up the newer looking jeans and my top wasn't too shabby but I should have known better. Come on Fancy Ham think of the networks to be made! The potential to live up to! Or is it true what Bukowski says about potential? Did a baby lying in a crib really have more potential than the old man?
So I'm sitting there at this table that belongs to the movie theatre covered with a large grey tablecloth thinking I really should have brought the flowers I was planning on and wondering what do you say to people. Especially those that have a few extra bucks than yourself and have maybe undergone a few more plastic surgeries than the average thirty two year old unemployed student. It seems like I always have a hardish time in social situations and wonder if it's just because I'm a unique individual who is going to be very upset when her 8 week old (today)
Blue Nose Pitbull's head gets to big to do this.