Saturday, September 10, 2005
"That Ricky Martin is a nice boy,"
my mom said. She was watching some Spanish channel (she doesn't understand Spanish) special on Ricky Martin, who was at the moment, gyrating underwater with what appeared to be mermaids. "He dances very well..." I turned from my computer screen, and looked at my barely 5'1 mom sitting on the floor...
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Friday, September 9, 2005
better than okay
I know I've been feeling a bit down lately, especially with everything going on in the world it just seems as if everywhere I turn someone is living their own sad story. But last night after coming home from another exhausting day at work, I promptly got into a fight with a visiting relative. After...
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Thursday, September 8, 2005
Invasion of the Butt Cracks
Once upon a time, you used to only see them winking lecherously out of blue denim bent underneath a kitchen sink, but now they're everywhere. You see them at aisle four of your grocery store, picking out their favorite snacks and sodas. You see them at the park bench, pale and trying to catch a tan....
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Wednesday, September 7, 2005
I just want to be inspired,
to have something beautiful in my life. There used to be a time when things were more simple. Remember those summer days that seemed to last forever; when the days were so hot your feet would burn on the cement, and you could feel the skin on your nose begin to toast? My favorite time would be right...
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Tuesday, September 6, 2005
living the goldfish life
Lately, I feel as if I'm walking under water. Distorted image of self with puffed out cheeks, desperately holding onto breath in fear of drowning; arms and legs flailing stupidly in failed attempts to climb out of the fish bowl knowing damn well the only time anything leaves the bowl is when it's...
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Monday, September 5, 2005
there's something about the quiet
late at night or early morning, hours before the sun will rise when it seems as if everyone in the world is fast asleep, yet it is I who is dreaming. I've turned every light off, leaving the windows cracked and blinds opened to allow the orange glow of the street cast two dancing shadows upon my...
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Sunday, September 4, 2005
Men Too Tired for Sex??!!
I met two of my girlfriends for drinks last night to catch up on some gossip since both ladies have boyfriends, and I rarely get to see them. We were drinking apple martinis and cosmos when our conversation inevitably steered towards men and sex. I confessed I was feeling sexually frustrated lately...
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Saturday, September 3, 2005
My Fecal Fetishist Co-worker
So relieved this work week is over, and that I have a three-day weekend to recuperate from what was one of the most tiring and irritating work weeks I've had in a very long time. Tons of changes occurring in place of employment, with only corporate management having the slightest inkling of what...
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shameless self-promo art
My artist/photographer friend and I have a fantastic, mutually satisfying relationship -- he gets a free model, and I get my ego generously stroked. And ladies, if you've ever dated an artist you'll understand when I say there is nothing quite like it. Because he is an artist, someone whose eyes...
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Friday, September 2, 2005
saddened in ways
words fail to describe. It is a strange, almost disconnected sorrow as I watch the images filter safely through to me, read the stories written in words that are too dry, not wet enough... it is a safe sorrow, a guilty sorrow, a silent shameful prayer of thank God, wasn't me... sorrow. And even...
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