Filed under: frenz
A textversation early this afternoon…
Jamie: A bunch of conservatives just invited me to Easter service at Church blah blah, featuring the Jonas Brothers. I reminded them that this was the pastor who presided over Obama’s inauguration. They promptly got into an argument and left me alone.
CJ: So many reasons to love you.
Jamie: Like the fact that I’m two pints in?
CJ: PRECISELY.
Later…
CJ: I think we’re soulmates. You should try gay. It’s all the rage.
Jamie: Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. There would always be someone to borrow clothes and tampons from.
Assuming that birds can double their workload and survive, then absolutely totally all-encompassingly, this week is for them and not for me.
My head is but a tangle and that’s not just the hair. I find I need to check my notes often to remember that breathing comes first.
The work week from hell is scheduled to end tomorrow.
When come down at home, it’s routine and quiet. Blessed, blessed routine & quiet. And Nag Champa.
The weekend included Benihana action, little sister time, cousin + girlfriend sleepover, How to Train Your Dragon in 3D (Toothless! WANT!), Zombieland, pancakes, new glasses!, and drinking at work. Really, really.
I’ll be back.
-CJ
Filed under: LGBT
I love the queer edition of Magnetic Poetry.
You can be sweet:
Or you can be dirty:
And we’re all a little of both, right?
-CJ
Filed under: frenz
q: WHY DID I MISS THIS???
http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=108979028&blogId=529076869
a: “All the ShamWows in the world would not have been able to clean up the puddle you created.”
-CJ
Filed under: frenz
Jamie and I have discovered our ability to conjugate absolutely anything into a verb. We’re speaking a whole other language.
“I don’t want to get human trafficked.”
“I added -amos and Spanished it.”
“I calendared my brother’s birthday weekend in Havasu.”
Rheanna overhears and says only, “You guys are geeks… verbs ‘n shit.”
-CJ
Kiddo had to write a short story in three parts. For the middle: “We flyed a kite.”
As expected, her teacher corrected it with a strikethrough and wrote just above the word: flied.
FLIED.
FLIED, said the woman in charge of my first grader’s education. Flied. Fucking flied.
-CJ
ps, flied.
Filed under: kiddo
Dear Jill,
Thank you for your photo #0001119699 posted to the Jones Soda Gallery.
http://www.jonessoda.com/gallery/view.php?ID=1119699&
Here’s hoping.
-CJ
Filed under: daily
8/26/08: It’s still prior to noon and I’ve chugged three Diet Cokes with the fervor of a deprived addict. This could be why my fingers are shaking and my mind is so hyperactive. I’ve not been feeling well. My forehead hurts to the touch from pressing my fists into it two days ago while I screamed muffled noises into a towel and made a sprawl of myself on the floor wearing hardly any clothes. It’s taking a white knuckled grip to keep it together at work. I was an hour late.
I DO NOT LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE.
I am seeing more and more of who I was by reviewing writing from the past few years.
I am so happy to be where I am.
-CJ
