there is an uncanny similarity between the twenty one things alanis morissette wants in a lover and things i want in a friend... though i'd like to read the list again to remember how similar her list of things is to my list of things, not that i have twenty one, more or less, but i probably have more, though priority certainly would most likely wane somewhere along the way so whether i would have twenty one things or more or less would be possible, more or less...
did she have a love of inane babbling on her list?...
yeah, so anyway, i connected with a music loving acting major softball loving girl tonight (am i in love yet?... shhhh, she might not even laugh at such irreverence and we wouldn't want her to take me too seriously until she has some idea of when i might actually be serious and then we'd have to start talking about god and fruit flies and chocolate and the price of eggs in china, for starters before we could know what we might be amused by or laughing at, but it's really cool to find a softball player into music and theatre... still, this is all i know about her and a gut instinct that we have similar roots and i know how powerful ageism can be so - no expectations that we'll even stay in touch much)...
so maybe with nothing else to do and no connection whatsoever, i'll write a rhyme...
Saturday, September 6, 2008
wtf?... tell me whatsa happening
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Yay for potential...and for dreaming and for hoping, and for making friends regardless of where or where not it goes... :)
hugs :)
...and love...
ps been super sick and z wouldn't let me have any kind of fun at my own pity party either...
pps...I do hope the new space is all yay :)
another softball friend, maybe a concert/show going friend from time to time... there is no bone-jumping libido thing going on, alas, and that is an attraction i miss... we shall see what shall be...
that is what z does best, throws cold water balloons to a pity party... gotta love him for it (ok, you don't gotta, but i do :)
i hope you feel better soon :)
Well, I do gotta love him for it because there is more to love than to not love when it comes to mikeyb...except that when timing coincides with so many other water balloons at once it can feel like a water logging, or maybe a better analogy given the present circumstance is to say I feel like my life is a giant colon that just keeps asking for people to give me their shit for processing.
que sera sera
it is your choice to take the shit or to return it to sender or to make shit pies (i hear shit is good for keeping sand castles together, though the castles would most likely only be suitable homes for flies, for what it's worth)
your metaphoric analogy would make a perpetually constipated proctologist proud...
my boss wants me to do his job without getting paid for is while he takes all the credit and gets all the respect and i am the lowest paid person in my position in fifty states (or at least among all the others in my position at the seminar) and the corp VP is gonna talk to my boss's boss about the usery and unfairness and i could be fired before i get back to orlando, but just look at all the shitpies i've been spreading around the web tonight :)
perspective is everything, except when you forget, then, remembering is everything :)
Remembering is everything, and fortunately I am now remembering after a few days (or maybe weeks) of forgetting, but then how fun would remembering really be if there wasn't forgetting too?
Work is pretty precarious for me as well these days...lots of obligations and lots of insecurities when it comes to making money. But since the rent is paid until October 1st this isn't a shitpie I have to have baked for the moment. Remembering is gonna become even more critical. What was I supposed to remember again? See, I already forgot :)
Yay for making shitpies! :) :)
lol, keep this up and you'll be leading your own dance soon :)
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