Tuesday, March 30

it keeps growing and growing and..

When I make money I will be older they'll love my words just like a waving flag. Aint that right K'naan? Pardon in advance for busting into rhyme as I type, it's hard not to. But of course you need the tune in your head- so go buy it. Yes, go to a store and buy the c.d. Don't get it for free from the internets, I'll still be here when you get back. Broke ass me even bought it. But I'm thinking of getting MGMT for free next month. Enough about music, or is it?
You see, I've been in this funk for the last oh, six years, and feel a bit out of touch with the scene and when I go into the superstore of Amoeba I get overwhelmed so any suggestions unphantom readers? I dig all the styles, god bless them every single one. Maybe not Christian Rock, definitely not Christian Rock. Especially Classical, which I have a lot to learn about but I am learning to take advantage of studying musicians in colleges. They're cheap and often intimate, not to make music programs sound like floozies.
But back to the growth! Hello world- here is I the fancy one,the one who gets a comment or four and am ecstatic about it. WTF I need a life. But I am content with the one I have for now. However I definitely need to finish more books. And get up to dance right now. He does that to me you know.
..Is it true when they saw all you need is just love? What about those that have loved only to find that it's taken away?.. After school we study the lessons I asked God to slow down to seconds he does the opposite that's what I'm guessing I better chill and count my own blessings..

Saturday, March 27

just in case your wondering

No, I never built a chicken coop but I am finishing a bottle of wine to myself right now! I felt like writing more today, yesterday, and tonight but when the time comes to it, which is now, my head just feels like spinning and I am going to bed. Happy Birthday Wendi Jo! You are a good friend indeed, even though we don't talk much. And to that I blame myself, I seldom talk to anybody. But get this.. I'm a waitress.
Oh this meaningless drunk post is getting only sloppier. But I did hear a good thing tonight from the clerk at seven eleven which my freaking SUV drove up to (and I vowed never to drive to a convience store again, even in the valley of salt where the streets are wide enough for oxen a girl should definitely walk and not drive to these neon establishments) and he said 'eating healthy is unpatriotic', I replied 'good'. Patriotric is the last thing I want to be.

Saturday, March 20

things I will never do again

A. Say that I am bored. There is much to much to do in this wonderful life. Including, looking for different graduate programs to apply to, organizing my mothers house,building a chicken coop, cooking, reading, writing.. You get my jest.
B. Talk to Antonio or read another email from him. YAY double YA YA YAY
That pretty much covers it. Had to get that out.

Friday, March 19

not nothing

Sitting here wanting to say words but about what? About how I feel bored and am chastising myself for feeling that way since there is a mountain of furniture to move downstairs and also because I am alive. And if nothing else, I have Frida to proove it. That dog is so damn cute. We shall hike and camp a lot this summer compilments of saddlebags I'll buy fot the bitch so she can carry all my gear. Hey, she's a pitbull, why not? Yesterday we went to that big salty lake, that which this city is named for and she is encrusted with the salt still today. Perhaps I should wash her? Or got to Yoga? I definitely need to start doing that again, especially if I want muscles like hers. Frida that is. So perhaps I will title this post Frida, since I started with paragraph instead of one line. And a question to you my not so phantom readers, do I use too many punctuations marks? My mother the editor would surely do know!

Monday, March 15

splitting myself in two

Another mini bout of insomnia which led, of course, to pen and paper and eventually me getting out of bed admiring outstretched dog, pouring milk (should have used the soy) on cereal and sitting down in front of this illuminated machine. I can't decide if I like private thoughts or published ones better, so I will keep up both and hope to get up to my nine public posts a month again. But my privates, well they started around age 14, some well written words I am sure. Thank you Mr. Carlisle, that was the newsmans name. Here is a secret, when I am dead I hope they find an old mail truck on my property overflowing with words I've written and never sent, creatives left to be discovered post mortem.
And I've sort of regretted mentioning a long duck dong in public, but it makes me happy that my sexuality is alive again since it has been so jacked up the past few years. So like my lower lip says, So Be It. I've been personal enough in this blog, why stop now?

Saturday, March 13

why must I have forsaken thee?

It makes me excited to know that people read my blog. Especailly those that read from start to finish. Which should really never be, and to that I say I'm sorry for slacking, maybe next year I will be voted best Utah blog in City Weekly. But then of course I will not live here next year. Yes it is true, I have relocated to the land of Zion, the land of Salt. And boy what a rough transition it has been to be. But it is nice to know this move is for less than a year, sorry Rock, and in that year I plan to a. save money b. help my mother c. spend lots of time with nieces and nephews d. explore as much of Utah as I can d. hike a shitload in the Wasatch front and e. find a new lover, yes only a lover cause I need no relationship dragging down on me(only a long duck dong).
I check for cheap flights to SF daily seeing as how it is snowing outside right now. Yes, it is March 12 or whatever and it is snowing. Frida likes to eat it though, it is pretty damn cute. She hates the way snow feels on her, but digs them freshly placed ground flakes. Bonus! I found a plethora of random BMX bike wheels in a discount cart at Smiths and bought them all, at 50 cents a piece and rubber, they will be the best bought dog chews ever. I can hear her chewing now and it's been about thirty minutes since I introduced the spiked white godesses to her. I hope she's not ingesting it though. I've found enough bright green balloons in her poop.