After my Grandmother passed away, the family was going through her belongings. My aunt found this poem. It appears to be one of my childhood works. The funny thing is, I refer to my aunt as "mean" towards the end of the poem.
The funnier thing is that my brother, there during the discovery, said my aunt was not pleased about that.
Where I'm actually somewhat disturbed is that I haven't changed since I wrote that. I don't know when it was written, but I know I wasn't in the 5th grade yet, because I could spell by the 5th grade. But this is the same stuff I write in my journals now. Whatever pisses me off. Everything I'm frustrated with. I haven't changed.
A picture of two fashionistas.
Um, sort of...
I'm addicted to tart frozen yogurt, made famous by pics of celebs eating Pinkberry in Los Angeles. I have yet to eat from Pinkberry, but I've found other places that serve it. I asked the girl at the counter, "What's in these? Crack? I'm totally addicted." She said, "You're not the only person whose said that."
So my little luxuries: 2 books I purchased at a thrift store in my purse, and my tart frozen yogurt in plain and green tea, with fresh cherries. Oh, yum.
Another tidbit from one of Shelby's emails. Of toilet paper, he writes:
"did some light shopping includes 12 rolls of ultra soft scott tissue. the kind that just melts away like a reeces peanut butter cup!(OOOOH)"
I have hero fantasies about myself. I imagine hearing the words,
"Its a good thing she didn't wash those dishes! She saved us all!"
Probably the best Line From an Email ever. From Shelby:
do i sound like a 42 yr old when i say "i want to go to a duran duran concert?" or do i just sound gay?"
The rest of our email conversation goes as follows:
Me: when you say you want to go to a duran duran concert, you sound old
and gay. And that is hilarious.
I've been eating all day today. I must be hungry like the wolf. Sorry, didn't mean to make a bad duran duran pun. It was just The Reflex. Oops, did it again. Help, I can't stop. Save a prayer for me...
Shelby: did u say old? "HOW COULD YOU!"
Me: If you are wanting to go to a duran duran concert, you are not young. Trust me. I was among many almost middle-agers a couple years ago at a Flock of Seagulls concert.
Thought I'd post some random pics I took.
When I'm on the bus, I journal.
I splurged on almond butter. Its both a financial and diet splurge. I like it on bananas.
I was taking random pics today, and took a pic of this leaf. Later, a fig hit something nearby, fell, and landed on my foot. I'm wondering if someone threw it at me and missed, because they thought I was taking pics of their house. Fuckwad. Oops, that's not nonviolent communication. I made a judgement and labled them a fuckwad. In nonviolent communicaton, you avoid lables and judgements. You go according to your needs. So instead of callng them a fuckwad, I'd say, "this person did not meet my need for safety." Assuming they threw a fig at me...
I was reading about earthing, something about magnetic forces of the earth doing good stuff for the body, and it suggested being barefoot, so the feet make contact with the earth. So I'm barefoot, and I didn't feel much difference. I was hoping to feel fabulously healthy. Then I think, maybe I don't have enough surface area touching the earth. And what more surface area to contact the earth with than my ass. So I sat on a rock with my feet on the earth, and waited for some healing energy. I am not sure I felt any, but what the heck. It was better than sitting in a starbucks. If you look in my purse, you can see my socks!
My friend emailed me some pics he took of me 10 or more years ago. Here's one of them.
SILK CAMISOLE SET
I need pajamas. My nightgown bunches up around my waist and feels like I'm sleeping on a lumpy innertube.
I want a chemise (in guy language: short nightgown). Its quick to get out of in the mornings, and as a non-morning person, I streamline my morning routine to get
every ounce of sleep possible.
I perform experiments like, "how much time can I save if I brush my teeth while I pee..."
(that one failed).
A chemise can be pulled off in under 2 seconds, versus pajamas with pants, with require a more seconds. I'm all about efficiency.
I could not find a silk chemise within my low budget range, but I found a silk cami and short set on ebay. The shorts would require an extra 2 seconds to remove. My morning routine is like olympic swimming. Tenths of a second count.
But due to my low budget, I got the silk cami set. It was new and my winning bid was 99 cents, $6 shipping.
I got scammed.
Its not silk, like the ad stated. Its polyester, and not even soft polyester. Interestingly, no fabric content tags sewn on. I know what silk feels like. What a rip off. I am so bummed.
So if you go on ebay and bid on one of these, just know its not silk like it says twelve times in the posting. Its polyester.
After my Grandmother passed away, the family was going through her belongings. My aunt found this poem. It appears to be one of my childhood works. The funny thing is, I refer to my aunt as "mean" towards the end of the poem.
