Mirage of reach.

What has become of this…, a slow entangled web of everything and nothing bound together by fear, comfort and craving. One novel with two different endings, penned in full by one…and created in real time by the other. A yearning for explosion but an admission of defeat…Hope washes away with the drop of each tear, an unspoken knowing neither will address. A question of your desire and a realization of mine. A need powered by passion, yet swallowed up in pride. A distance forms…confidence a mere mirage in memory, still…very much, leaving me thirsty.

I need a doctor...

I suppose Jack Johnson designed the phrase..."Sitting, Waiting, Wishing..."

Today, I despise you Mr. Johnson. Because, well...Sitting, Waiting and Wishing kinda sucks. The only calories I'm burning take place when I cannot resist unlocking my phone or turning the light on to see if I've received a new text. Soon, I'm afraid...my left pointer finger might get a blister from doing exactly this, alot of times over and over, in the equivalent of about 3.2 seconds. Who the hell am I? When did I become "THAT girl"...????

Could you not have said something like..."Frolicking, Moving Forward and Creating Your Own Destiny? (a.k.a NOT being a bum, making excuses, feeling sorry for yourself & wishing for crap out of your control!) That may have sent a different message Jack..., just sayin'.

Between hormones, mixed emotions about everything and everyone, feeling a twinkle of delight when dabbling in danger and the great fear of the unknown or what lives in there, I'm detecting a slight case of crazy coming on!~!~!~! I hear crazy people are more colorful though..., maybe I'll start to glow in the dark. coooool!

I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR. But....in the meantime, I will find lyrical antibiotics for all of the disease in my head.

Apocol-OOPS!

Today is 2 days after the earth was supposed to endure massive earthquakes, disaster, chaos and "worthy" people were supposed to dissapear or float into heaven in the rapture, predicted by Harold Cummings, the ex engineer who installs biblical revelation-esk fear into the masses and makes mathematical mistakes about which year the world will end and falsely predicts these "second comings" like it's in the main objective in his resume.

Guess what old fart?....We're still here. Oh, and p.s., so are you.

I only wish I had come up with "Apocol-OOPS" on my own...but the winner of this phrase goes to some person I don't know on some blog I can't remember the name of that made me laugh. You go Mister! That is some funny stuff...and quite appropriate.

For some of us, the upside of this Rapture stuff was a reason to drink a lot, disobey rules, not do any laundry, brush off chores or family, not brush your teeth or shower, make pot cake (cause you were out of brownie mix) and laugh watching Justin Timberlake and Lady Gaga's SNL skits until nearly peeing,  or just be completely careless/wreckless in nature. I mean, if we were gonna leave the earth anyway...what's the point in being responsible?!!?

The down side -- is the fact that we did all that stupid stuff and nothing even remotely profound happened.....and then Monday comes and we all have to go back to our boring repetative low paying jobs and are kicking ourselves because the pants we're wearing has last week's coffee stain still on them.

So, Macho Man Randy Savage swiftly, , stepped in and acted as Jesus' doppleganger & died...,, so none of us had to.

Here is a little collage of things that either the actual Rapture or Macho Man should have taken with them. There are alot more, but these came to mind first:

Boregasm!

Life/Work has been busy kicking my ass lately. Here are a few things you've missed by my absense from blogging:

• I've worked 102 Hours in two weeks.
• I received a $150 crosswalk ticket for not stopping for an invisible pedestrian and no flashing light.
• I'm pet sitting for some friends whose dog is so big I could ride horseback.
• My A/C in my car is still broken and I am melted like an icecube on a stove, by the time I'm home.
• I've grown addicted to the E.T. song by Katy Perry
• I've tripped in front of others 4 times.

Other than that...Now I'm just waiting on the rapture to come on May 21st. I'm hoping I'll have enough time standing in line to drink a martini or two and relax.

Standby....

The Lambs Have Stopped Screaming.

***Update*** I have recently discovered that this article was written in 2007...but the joy still applies.

and Jodie is out of the closet...., finally (well, apparently 4 years ago!) Hoorah, Hoorah! ::waves rainbow flag::

I came to love and appreciate Jodie Foster in the 1991 masterpiece, "Silence of the Lambs". I'm not sure I loved it as much as I do today, IN 1991...because I was six. And...well, I'm not sure I was as twisted yet at six, as I was at 13...or 18...or 21 or now, at 26. I'm also not sure I understood the beauty of the message, the light that shined in her character in all of that darkness or the true meaning of what it's like to forever hear the lambs screaming....like I do now. Ahhhh, Clarice Starling, how I love thee. I always agreed with Hannibal Lecter that "The world is more interesting with you in it."

Although it's been known for years and years that she was a lesbian...she has always been very private and not disclosed any information about her sexuality. As you will read in the following link, she recieved an award at a Women in Entertainment Breakfast, where she publically, for the first time, acknowledged and thanked her partner of 14 years, which is a long lifetime in calculation. (Lesbian math = x amount of years together times 7, bringing her and Cydney to a whopping 98 years together!) 

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-501256/Jodie-Foster-comes-emotional-tribute-girlfriend-14-years.html

Regardless if the reason for doing so was because it was just time, for personal reasons or whether Lady Gaga's "born this way", inspired her to raise her paws up and come out of that glass closet and tell us all what we already knew....I am sure glad she did. May you help and inspire others to do the same. You GO girl.