September 5th, 2000

Kind lady

hallucinations - Sam and Max style

on my voice mail.

BEEP - heh heh heh heh ::Snort:: Roooooooooh Hahahahahahaha I am no-one- - I am resisolobussss BRRrraaaauuugh ::thupthupthup::

I think it's demonically possessed, or my buddy Dan is up to his old tricks.

My fave interjection of the moment. "Holy Jumping Mother O' God in a sidecar with chocolate jimmies and a lobster bib!"

Give me a root beer popsicle to dip into an orange julius. It's good. Trust me on this one.

Argh. I was wondering... why did they name the mission to the moon for Apollo, the god of the sun? Why not Diana? or Some other moon-like thing, like the green cheese express? It doesn't make sense to me. I bet you can breathe on the moon. They can in all the movies... I bet it was just the candy-butt astronauts were too afraid to try taking off their precious helmets. Sissies. Ah, probably not. I'm jealous because you have to be between 5'8" and 6 foot tall to be a spaceman. I look out my window, and see murky outlines of terrible immense beings lumbering thorugh a nightmarish cityscape. They're trundling toward me... is scurrying pathetically away like an earwig an altogether unmanly thing to do? ::removes brain from convolution analyzer:: Hm. Twisty.

Thinking about my need for groceries. I realize that I shouldn't shop when hungry or conscious. the grocery store near me has great stuff, from amusement park quality lunch meat, to matzo balls (with free launcher inside!). Cereal. a Delicious thing. the smell of polyvinyl, day-glo and glow-in the dark treats...the last time I got Cap'n Crunch, the toys inside expressed themselves as possessed evil spirits strolling in and out of the cosmic doggy-door between here and the hereafter. The air was filled with a preternatural evil, not unlike the after effects of a coney island hot dog, as described to me, very recently by an increasingly pregnant friend. I began to scream like a grandmother, fleeing for my life from the manifestation of the collective sorrow and frustration of all those people whose apple cart and roadside beef stand businesses were steamrolled into the ground by the cold, sterile megamart like the one I was in. Or it was a ghost. I channeled my energies in a more positive direction instead, and bit the foul toy creature repeatedly. In my victory over them one thing ran through my mind, again and again. Don't forget the pop-tarts.

I'm officially slap happy. I'm going to bed. ugh.
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Kind lady

happy songs

Not much thought, but some. first ten songs that come to mind that bring me great happiness, in no particular order:

1. Stevie Wonder - sunshine of my Life
2. Otis Redding - Dock of the Bay
3. Johnny Angel by (what's her name, played Coach's girlfriend! ack)
4. Happy Happy Joy Joy - Grandmaster Whizzleteats
5. They might be giants - Birdhouse in your Soul
6. Enya - Damn near anything.
7. Crash Test Dummies - Superman's Song
8. Wagner - Das Rheingold
9. Holst - Jupiter
10. Theme to Freakazoid. Mighty fine.
Kind lady

gnite! feeling good. :)

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"No, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
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