Ever listen to a song that you regularly sing along to and have an epiphany about the meaning?
Enter Mojo Nixon's "Drunk Divorced Floozie." I tried to find the lyrics to post here, but the gist is there's a hoochie who chronically neglects her kids and gets wasted with her lover one night. They die in a horrible car crash.
While I was making a skirt the other day, I was singing along, like I have been for the last almost 5 years, and I realized that the song is about Princess Diana.
I don't care that it's making fun of a revered dead person. I'm not British, so why should I?
I was just disappointed that I didn't get the joke earlier.
19 July 2005
18 July 2005
i had a match
Danny bought Kat and i roses from an asian lady in a bar with a dog and Futurama on the TV. the bartender was a waif and the dog would fetch his bowl.
It was a great night.
It was a great night.
never is a promise.
and i'm a dirty liar.
This is me making popcorn. What you cannot see is the 14.95 worth of beer cans i had to move to get to teh microwave. (that's in returns... not a case)
Danny and I
Jack, who i miss dearly
My staff, before i stopped having to spill shit on myself every night.
Jack, on Danny, is one scrappy little guy.
Sarah, Maciej and Krysta. Maciej is such a dirty old man.
more will follow once i have my internet. Most of the pictures (most likely the ones that have red x's) are courtesy of Stephanie.
This is me making popcorn. What you cannot see is the 14.95 worth of beer cans i had to move to get to teh microwave. (that's in returns... not a case)
Danny and I
Jack, who i miss dearly
My staff, before i stopped having to spill shit on myself every night.
Jack, on Danny, is one scrappy little guy.
Sarah, Maciej and Krysta. Maciej is such a dirty old man.
more will follow once i have my internet. Most of the pictures (most likely the ones that have red x's) are courtesy of Stephanie.
Freedom is a word that I rarely use without thinking
Back when I was moderately successful at being a student, Dr. Elia told us repeatedly that many morals in epic literature were based around the concept of courtesy.
i.e. It is discourteous to kill one's child, and Agamemnon was smote by Clytemnestra.
The Greek gods were always smiting people for their lack of social graces and most of mythology is based around that principle.
Narcissus was too into himself and the gods saw fit to turn him into a flower for eternity.
In the Lady and the Tiger, the barbaric king puts his daughter's lover in the arena for daring to aim above his station.
I used the term "lacks decency" today. It's a Janine term. She told me I "lacked decency" because I went into the house where I used to live and removed approximately an 8th of my worldly possessions from harms way.
My mother laughed and said, "That must hurt to use that term."
It did.
And the moral of this story?
Always return your phone calls.
i.e. It is discourteous to kill one's child, and Agamemnon was smote by Clytemnestra.
The Greek gods were always smiting people for their lack of social graces and most of mythology is based around that principle.
Narcissus was too into himself and the gods saw fit to turn him into a flower for eternity.
In the Lady and the Tiger, the barbaric king puts his daughter's lover in the arena for daring to aim above his station.
I used the term "lacks decency" today. It's a Janine term. She told me I "lacked decency" because I went into the house where I used to live and removed approximately an 8th of my worldly possessions from harms way.
My mother laughed and said, "That must hurt to use that term."
It did.
And the moral of this story?
Always return your phone calls.
08 July 2005
Welcome to Maine:
The Good, the Bad, the Crazy...
Good;
I've made it into the sun on more than one occasion. This means i am going to have a pretty fierce tan by the end of teh summer.
Pawel is learning me to curse in Polish. So far i have skyrwysyn, kurwa, and jebany huj. I say them to one of the other polish kitchen workers and he laughs HYSTERICALLY if i prounounce them right (which is a big if).
I've aquired Jack and Danny in the realm of poeple i know. They're excellent and danny has a hammock.
The Bad:
I hate being stuck here.
Chicks who drink my beers like i'm some assmongering college sophomore trying to get in their pants. (read that as i do not want a piece, so don't take my booze. Put up the money like veryone else. and definatly don't abuse my generosity.)
When it rains, i get a 4 inch puddle in my room.
The Crazy:
Pawel jokingly hits on me. yesterday i was bringing out food and he looks at me and says, "Erin, you put out for everyone." I told him he had no proof of that.
We have parties about every night at teh Kelley Cabin. When the Polish kids come, it's amazing. The first night teh polish kids came, there were a lot of friendship drinks and some sort of buffalo vodka... long story short, i almost broke a toe and passed out on the (exterior) stairs to my room.
Last night was the "go away Jack" Party. There was imbibing, and our boss, Maggie, even came over to play. It was an interesting time to say the very least.
Soonly, there will be pictures. but until then:
Good;
I've made it into the sun on more than one occasion. This means i am going to have a pretty fierce tan by the end of teh summer.
Pawel is learning me to curse in Polish. So far i have skyrwysyn, kurwa, and jebany huj. I say them to one of the other polish kitchen workers and he laughs HYSTERICALLY if i prounounce them right (which is a big if).
I've aquired Jack and Danny in the realm of poeple i know. They're excellent and danny has a hammock.
The Bad:
I hate being stuck here.
Chicks who drink my beers like i'm some assmongering college sophomore trying to get in their pants. (read that as i do not want a piece, so don't take my booze. Put up the money like veryone else. and definatly don't abuse my generosity.)
When it rains, i get a 4 inch puddle in my room.
The Crazy:
Pawel jokingly hits on me. yesterday i was bringing out food and he looks at me and says, "Erin, you put out for everyone." I told him he had no proof of that.
We have parties about every night at teh Kelley Cabin. When the Polish kids come, it's amazing. The first night teh polish kids came, there were a lot of friendship drinks and some sort of buffalo vodka... long story short, i almost broke a toe and passed out on the (exterior) stairs to my room.
Last night was the "go away Jack" Party. There was imbibing, and our boss, Maggie, even came over to play. It was an interesting time to say the very least.
Soonly, there will be pictures. but until then:
14 June 2005
I feel like i've been neglecting my readership (HTat means you, Tara...)
So here's a picture and the first of many top 5 lists.
Caitlin and i were in a McDonald's on our way to Nashville. We were sitting at a barwaiting for our mom to get out of the bathroom. Behind the bar was a bunch of fake foliage and this caught our eyes.
Yes, that is a cheeseburger just chiling there. And it had been there long enough to have completely solidified.
Top 5 Male Hissy Fits:
5. George, the 7 foot tall greek who lived in my building when i was an RA, came to get me because there was noise in the room next door. It was about 3 in the morning. I was a little cranky and it was a thursday night. I went up to his room and to make the whole thing shorter, the kids in the next room had been beating eachother to bloody. I told george i would handle it and after 10 minutes of me arguing with him about whether or not i was able to handle the situation, he turned and stomped to teh end of the hallway crusing in not english (Greek i assumed). a) 7' is a lot of stomping and b )he stood at the end of the hallway yelling at me and at them until campus police(who were called by some other person) showed up.
4. Tristan... Let's just say he told me he liked pain and was lying. Around the third slap in the face, he started yelling and screaming and calling me names. He's a little bitch. I plan to shove him down a flight of stairs someday soon.
3. Back when Topher and i were friends, we went to moe's house the night before spring break to drink. He and Moe were wrestling and he got a small tear in teh bum of his jeans. It was no bigger than an inch and right above the pocket. Mind you, this is the kid who saw me fall off a fence and shred the entire inner thigh of my favorite pair of pants. You would have thought she stabbed him. He brought it up again after spring break. More than once.
2. Steve Napier... there was an internet fight, started by Chris, my best friend at the time, that ended up turning on me. It can all be found here.
This is my absolute favorite for 2 reasons, i still enjoy this kid's company (some of the time) and it completely baffles me.
1. Scotty Hay came to rescue me when my car was dead. By some fluke of timing, Tara was in Danvers as well and we all sat in Scott's car watching riding in vans with boys. When my car finally started i went to give him a hug (i was really excited) and he ran away and Tara got him and he knocked her over, but she had knocked his new hat (that matched the jacket, that matched the bike, that couldn't be replaced becuse apparently the guy told him you couldn't just get eh hat, you had to get it with the jacket (which i later proved wrong by finding it on the internet)) into a puddle and she landed on it.
OH MY GOD! It was great. He yelled about how he could never wear it again because you can't wash a hat and sped off. There was burning rubber and squealing tires.
He was wearing it last time i saw him
So here's a picture and the first of many top 5 lists.
Caitlin and i were in a McDonald's on our way to Nashville. We were sitting at a barwaiting for our mom to get out of the bathroom. Behind the bar was a bunch of fake foliage and this caught our eyes.
Yes, that is a cheeseburger just chiling there. And it had been there long enough to have completely solidified.
Top 5 Male Hissy Fits:
5. George, the 7 foot tall greek who lived in my building when i was an RA, came to get me because there was noise in the room next door. It was about 3 in the morning. I was a little cranky and it was a thursday night. I went up to his room and to make the whole thing shorter, the kids in the next room had been beating eachother to bloody. I told george i would handle it and after 10 minutes of me arguing with him about whether or not i was able to handle the situation, he turned and stomped to teh end of the hallway crusing in not english (Greek i assumed). a) 7' is a lot of stomping and b )he stood at the end of the hallway yelling at me and at them until campus police(who were called by some other person) showed up.
4. Tristan... Let's just say he told me he liked pain and was lying. Around the third slap in the face, he started yelling and screaming and calling me names. He's a little bitch. I plan to shove him down a flight of stairs someday soon.
3. Back when Topher and i were friends, we went to moe's house the night before spring break to drink. He and Moe were wrestling and he got a small tear in teh bum of his jeans. It was no bigger than an inch and right above the pocket. Mind you, this is the kid who saw me fall off a fence and shred the entire inner thigh of my favorite pair of pants. You would have thought she stabbed him. He brought it up again after spring break. More than once.
2. Steve Napier... there was an internet fight, started by Chris, my best friend at the time, that ended up turning on me. It can all be found here.
This is my absolute favorite for 2 reasons, i still enjoy this kid's company (some of the time) and it completely baffles me.
1. Scotty Hay came to rescue me when my car was dead. By some fluke of timing, Tara was in Danvers as well and we all sat in Scott's car watching riding in vans with boys. When my car finally started i went to give him a hug (i was really excited) and he ran away and Tara got him and he knocked her over, but she had knocked his new hat (that matched the jacket, that matched the bike, that couldn't be replaced becuse apparently the guy told him you couldn't just get eh hat, you had to get it with the jacket (which i later proved wrong by finding it on the internet)) into a puddle and she landed on it.
OH MY GOD! It was great. He yelled about how he could never wear it again because you can't wash a hat and sped off. There was burning rubber and squealing tires.
He was wearing it last time i saw him
12 June 2005
I love vin diesel.
And today i found the vin diesel random fact generator web page.
this is my favoite fact: "After reading an article about the Frenchman who eats bicycles and household appliances in a children's "fun facts" book, Vin threw the book to the ground, screamed "That fucking pussy ain't worth shit," and proceeded to eat everything in his mansion, including (but not limited to: ) two Porsches, a Ducati motorcycle, a 60" plasma screen TV, four maids (two Puerto Rican, one caucasian, and one Chinese,) half a stick of butter, and a box full of broken glass. He then ate the house itself, "for good measure." This all occured over a three-day period last July. "
I laughed very hard.
Also, for anyone wondering, the man in all those HP photo commercials (the cute little guy bopping around to the kinks) is named Francois Vogel. He is a director/photographer from france.
I will accept mrriage proposals form either of the above men.
And today i found the vin diesel random fact generator web page.
this is my favoite fact: "After reading an article about the Frenchman who eats bicycles and household appliances in a children's "fun facts" book, Vin threw the book to the ground, screamed "That fucking pussy ain't worth shit," and proceeded to eat everything in his mansion, including (but not limited to: ) two Porsches, a Ducati motorcycle, a 60" plasma screen TV, four maids (two Puerto Rican, one caucasian, and one Chinese,) half a stick of butter, and a box full of broken glass. He then ate the house itself, "for good measure." This all occured over a three-day period last July. "
I laughed very hard.
Also, for anyone wondering, the man in all those HP photo commercials (the cute little guy bopping around to the kinks) is named Francois Vogel. He is a director/photographer from france.
I will accept mrriage proposals form either of the above men.
08 June 2005
04 June 2005
There is a function hall behind my mother's house.
A man (boy) in a bright yellow suit came out to his car (parked right on the other side of my fence) whistling "Staying Alive"
He was out there for about 5 minutes. Whistling the entire time.
Now he's back and standing on the roof of said car whistling and beeping the alarm in rhythm...
For anyone who didn't believe me, Western Mass is a freak show.
A man (boy) in a bright yellow suit came out to his car (parked right on the other side of my fence) whistling "Staying Alive"
He was out there for about 5 minutes. Whistling the entire time.
Now he's back and standing on the roof of said car whistling and beeping the alarm in rhythm...
For anyone who didn't believe me, Western Mass is a freak show.
01 June 2005
I know you're dreaming of me, Vivian.
This is the most confusing thing I've ever read.
I've been playing with my room decor. I finally took down all of the nonesense from highschool, reassessed, and corrected.
There were cards before and all sorts of bullshit. None of which I had any interest in looking at. I still had up the information from the College Job Fair my FRESHMAN YEAR. So, I changed it. And now we have this:
It's a portion of the sentimental T-shirts.
Many people know that I have a lot of former friends. Enough that I have a wealth of unpleasant break up stories. During the purge I came across some artifacts, most of which have pleasant memories attached. And I think some of them deserve the tale.
Don't EVER leave the one you love for the one you like because the one you like will leave you for the one they love... tonight your true love will realize how much they love you. between 1 & 4 in the morning, tomorrow the shock of your life will occur. if you break the chain then you will have bad luck...
I've been playing with my room decor. I finally took down all of the nonesense from highschool, reassessed, and corrected.
There were cards before and all sorts of bullshit. None of which I had any interest in looking at. I still had up the information from the College Job Fair my FRESHMAN YEAR. So, I changed it. And now we have this:
It's a portion of the sentimental T-shirts.
Many people know that I have a lot of former friends. Enough that I have a wealth of unpleasant break up stories. During the purge I came across some artifacts, most of which have pleasant memories attached. And I think some of them deserve the tale.
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