Back in black...

Got a new compy for xmas from the in-laws. We are back in business. Now we need a desk and a sideboard.

Ah well.

My month has been made

I just had my day, week, and maybe even month made. I opened up my breakfast bag from McDonalds and found that the drive thru guy, whose name is apparently Shawn, slipped his phone number into it. I haven't had a guy give me his number in YEARS (probably since about 1998 or so).

I am going to feel bad letting him down.

It was a lemon anyway...

The lappy has bit the dust. Completely. CityAssure refuses to fix it because Nexicore claims that it must be accidental damage, which isn't covered. I argued, I pleaded, I called them morons, to no avail.

I am tempted to go all Office Space on the machine some night. Could be fun.

The new bed finally came today. I cannot wait to sleep in it tonight.

But first, off to buy a mattress pad.

Bye bye, sheep!

Bought our new bed tonight. We'll have it within 14 days, but most likely withing 7. SO EXCITED. I haven't had a new bed since I was about twelve.

I don't know if I am more excited about the bed or the new plush mattress. I may never get out of bed again.

And the cats can't get under this one. mwahahahaha!

Stephen, my Fed Ex guy...

My amusement for the day:

Betsy: "I bet he'd marry you"

She's going to kill Ian soon...

Strange to think about...

I had a weird thought yesterday, and it has been on my mind ever since.

Most people think of their parents as older. Your parents are and always will be older than you. Until yesterday, I always had the same conception of both my parents. My mom is almost 50 and my dad would have been 51 this year.

Except that he died in April of 1983 at the age of 25.

I am 26.

I am older than my dad.

It's kind of strange to think about.

I know people out there who get to 60 or 70 and have that thought, having parents who died in their 50s. But I am not 30 yet.

I don't know why it is on my mind. Just a novel concept, I suppose.

Strange turn of events

Ian actually told me that if I was serious about it, we could look into the possibility of actually buying a house (with the assistance of HUD, of course).

Wow. It actually could be possible, with help. We need to talk to Chad and see how he went about getting his.

If this is real, I may cry.

Actually.

Holy World Tour, Batman!

I'd really like to know who has this kind of time (and money):

105 Day Cruise

INSTALLING A HUSBAND

My friend Amy posted this on MySpace and I found it amusing. Maybe some of you will too.


Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.

In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NBA 5.0, NFL 3.0 and Golf Clubs 4.1.


Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.


Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.


What can I do? Signed,
Desperate
__________________________________________________
DEAR DESPERATE,
First, keep in mind,

Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.


Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.HTML and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.


If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.


However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.


***Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Gas and Snoring Loudly Beta.


Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)

In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0-program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.


In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.


Best Wishes Babe!
Tech Support

Stanza Three

See my May postings for the first two stanzas.


He wakes up in the dead of night.
The space next to him is cold.
He wonders where she went to;
he needs someone to hold.
As he leaves the room to find her,
he's feeling rather bold,
but then he finds her sobbing
and encases her in his fold.

Thanks, Mecher

For years, I have felt dejected because I never found a major in college that I actually enjoyed enough to make a career out of. Not that there was ever anything wrong with econ, but I have never felt all that passionate about any of the majors I tried, and I have always wondered if that made me strange.

Talking to our merchandising supervisor yesterday showed me that I am not the only one. He had the exact same problem, and, like me, graduated with something just to say he had a degree. That was a relief to me. I wonder how many other people had that problem.

I still worry that I won't find anything. I talk about wanting to get my paralegal certification, but at the same time I worry that I won't truly enjoy that either and it will be a waste of my money.

Ah well. I guess I will keep searching.

Momentary lapse

Obviously I am behind on my short story promise, but I will write it soon, I swear! These past two weeks have been insanely busy, and I have had neither time nor energy to put my ideas into type. I am hoping that perhaps sometime this weekend I can get to the coffee shop that was my initial inspiration.

My muse needs a name

I think I am ready to write a short story. All I need is a good cup of coffee and my journal.

Stuck

I am having problems finishing this poem. Normally, when I write something, I know the direction I want to go with it, and I know how I want it to end. In this case, I am not quite sure yet where the story is going, nor do I know what the point is. It doesn't help that bits come to me weeks apart, with no apparent trigger. Bah!

Stanza Two

The second stanza of my work in progress:

She wonders how she got here,
and where it all began?
She wishes things were different.
What happened to her plan?
She knows she needs to soldier on,
but doesn't think she can.
Thus, she sits alone and cries,
tears muffled by a fan.

Poem, 4.23.08

Quietly, ever so furtively,
she slips from their bed
and glides her way on down the hall.
She will not wake him with her tread.
She sits in the soothing darkness
and tries to quiet her screaming head.
There is no sleep for one who is lost,
one whose soul is dead.


(A WIP, I think. It doesn't feel finished)

Poem, 2.4.03

Dream Lover
Your presence
surrounds my soul
breathing life into it
igniting my skin
passion together.
My heart quickens.
All sense is lost.
Your lips fire on my skin
feed my hunger
your fingers trace my every curve
our bodies, prey to unearthly magnetism.
Then the flames consume all. We end as one.
My eyes flutter open.
You've gone.

Poem, 2.19.03

My Muse

My imagination is blank
awaiting him
impatient
He comes unannounced
fills me up
making love
to my mind
He enters my fingertips
grips my pen
dances on the paper
Once he's spent
he's gone in a flash
All he leaves me
are words on the page

In Greece, Poem, 5.21.03

I lie in wait
'midst the sweet orange roses
wond'ring when you'll come.
As the hours pass
I begin to doubt
our frail bond of promises.
My sight takes over
and lifts my spirit
to walk in search of you.
I find you,
tired, haggard,
totally alone.
I step inside
to feel your thoughts:
Fear, doubt,
painful memories,
make you hesitate,
unsure if I am even there
or if I will wait
for you.
Shocked,
I rejoin my body.
Angered at first,
thinking you should always come
to me.
My emotions clear
and I see
farther than ever
before.
I push my body
up from the flower bed
as the buds open,
and I walk off toward the rising sun
to you.

Poem, 9.10.03

Concrete
unending halls
silent rooms
blank texts
Lost
learning nothing
from invisible tutors
My chosen path
grows more narrow
with each step
I am empty
and fearful
I beseech you
call me up
Show me
my way through
away from daily droning
to the place I belong
where I can live
with meaning

Poem, 10.23.03

My mind aches
as my body screams
I'm bruised
battered and torn
cut and bleeding
my soul pools around
red on the floor
I'm tired
and chilled
I don't think
I can keep this going
This waiting
it's killing me
Yet I must endure it
or I will forever wonder
what was waiting for me
when the pain did
finally subside

Poem, 5.5.04

I have not written since this:

Mirror

Restless.
Demanding, crying, lashing out.
Stripped and tortured.
Chained to the wall
by emotional strings.
Slave to her own mind.
Wanting all.

Wanting nothing.

They watch as she is whipped,
beaten and bloodied,
by her own body,
and are powerless to interfere.
She cries out,
calling for their aide,
or perhaps for her own,
before succumbing quietly
to the tormentor within.

No one uses LJ anymore

I will archive some memorable posts from LJ and DJ here soon.