Solar Plexus

*sigh* My self esteem has taken a hit in the solar plexus. Lucky for me, I’m used to gasping for air. However, it’s left my mindset that of the poor kid staring in the window of FAO Schwarz at Christmas. Or Ebeneezer Scrooge looking in the window at the happiness of Bob Cratchit’s family despite their lack of money. So I’m a little disconnected, a little lost today. You’ll have to forgive me my moodiness. One night ShinyBitch told me she needed a poem for her character Sascha. Sascha was going to write a poem to her mate. Shiny was looking for poetry on the internet.... 

date5 Aug
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Fuck Me Muse

So my last blog post was hot, wasn’t it? I love it when the words flow from me, and they’re tight and passionate and so perfect for a freaking contest… but I don’t use it for such. My contest entry for the Zanctuary writing contest is dragging. It’s actually not flowing which makes it rough going aka work. I guess that should tell me something, huh? Then yesterday’s blog post just flowed from my fingers when I was half asleep. The words were all perfect. I couldn’t really find any fault in the way I described it. It happened just like that in my dream,... 

date18 Jul
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Alone

I’m beyond pissed off at someone who is staying in my house at the moment. I cannot do anything right now, I am so pissed off. I cannot go off on this person either. He has a heart condition, and he’s a bonehead. He’s been a bonehead most of my adult life. Saying something will get me absolutely nowhere. And I’ll feel guilty later if I yell at him. I mean, his kids don’t do jack for him. I guess I feel a little resentful because I supported him for a few years. A few years when I didn’t have the money to. I lost everything I owned because I was supporting more... 

date31 May
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Nitpicky

Everything irks me. I’m in one of those prickly kinda moods where nothing satisfies. I look at my template and I seethe. I think about all the stuff I wanna tweak in Photoshop because I need to create something “perfect”. I read other blogs and think, why aren’t I this funny or deep? I stand at the refrigerator door, stomach growling like a grizzly bear, contemplating everything that is inside the big white box… and close the door. Nothing in there appeals. Which is fucking bizarre because for one, I have BACON. For another, I buy what I like when I order groceries.... 

date31 May
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No Time

There is no time for Friday pimping! I am determined that if a crack whore can do this I can too! Back To Black – Amy Winehouse My brain is scrambled trying to put into practice the immortal words of Jester Hairston, who once told me that music like this is not ONE two THREE four, but one TWO three FOUR. If that badly tattooed, pipe addicted dingbat can sing this… so can I! Many thanks to Jester for having me on last night. It was mucho funno even though there was NO chatroom (BAD BTR!) and Jester had to make one. My pal Jen stopped by to lurk and observe the chatting bloggers as well... 

date23 May
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Nothing

I have nothing for you today. You see, my daughter’s new blog has left me envious. I like the way it looks. I like the way it works. It’s not ME, but I like it. I’ve been wracking my brains for weeks on how to take my bats to WordPress. Not that I’ve defeated the WP demons. I haven’t. I’ve just garnered a little help from Fab and Jester. And I’m anal and tenacious. If I had money, I would just hire someone to make me a new city skyline with bats and a full moon. Instead, I tried to find a WordPress theme I could tweak. It’s not 100% me/mine like a... 

date23 Apr
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