SO GREAT
There are certain joys that I get from having this here website and one of those joys is seeing the phrases people type in search engines that somehow get them here. My two recent favorites are:
1. Medical Grade Silicon Dildo
2. How do you know when a person is welling you a lie
I can not tell you how happy this makes me. Medical grade silicon dildos! Get them for your friends! I was at first marveling at the fact that they wrote silicon instead of silicone when it occurred to me that I must have that written somewhere on my site and sure enough I found it. (The problem has been fixed just so you know.) Still…I love the idea of dildos being medical grade. While we are on the topic let me just say that if you are going to be using sex toys silicone is really the only material that you should get. The other ones are gross and can also be dangerous. If you would like me to expand on this I can. I know an embarrassing amount about this sort of thing. I used to want to be a sexologist. Oh boy!
The second one is so great because welling you a lie is a great phrase. I’m Welling! You a lie! I am picture digging and all that. I was curious to see when I mentioned welling on my site and apparently I used it in reference to crying which being me makes some perfect sense.
I’M SMILING…WHERE IS MY TREAT?
I am feeling jubilant again. It’s about freaking time. I was even making crazy funny-only-to-me jokes this past weekend. I love those kinds of jokes. They make me all giddy and happy inside and it has been far to long since I was exclaiming insanity at others.
HOLIDAY BLABBERING
The holiday weekend was pretty good. I only saw The Mrs. sparingly, but I also had a sleepover at my friend Kyle’s house. That was nice. He was only up for the weekend for his sister’s graduation, but it was nice to have him around a bit. We went out to dinner and then we went home and watched Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. I stayed up until 3am which is completely unheard of for me. I still haven’t recovered from it. My actual memorial day was kind of unmemorable. I missed my town’s pathetic parade for the first time since it started which made me feel sad, but it’s not like I missed any real excitement. Then I only saw my extended family on my mom’s side for a few seconds. They went to the ceremony and I stayed behind due to my fear of guns and then they went to my grandmother’s house for a picnic. I chose to avoid the picnic b/c The Mrs. was leaving for soon and I could either go out for lunch with her or to my grandparents house for awkward conversation, Christianity and burnt food. It was an obvious choice.
Then later in the day was a little picnic at my parent’s house. The highlight of the party was when my dog Willow’s “boyfriend” Bobo came over with his owner who is a neighbor of mine. At one point Bobo is drinking some water from a dish when Willow comes up from behind and mounts him. My brother Jayce pushes her off of him and says “Willow! You don’t do that to company.” I found that hilarious. It’s also funny because Bobo is a 175lb Mastiff and Willow is a 65lb Labrador runt.
Bobo is one of the sweetest dogs I have ever met and he was in a fight last week and is all cut up. His owner was talking him on a walk and someone who was doing construction on a building near us had their two pit bulls running around unleashed. The dogs went after Bobo’s owner and Bobo pretty much tore those dogs up. One is still not doing well at all. Stupid dogs. Bobo was rescued from an animal shelter in the Bronx and he was trained to be a fighting dog. You wouldn’t be able tell from how sweet he is, but he has scars from it all over his throat and back. Those pit bulls didn’t know what they were getting in to.
A FEW THINGS ON MY MIND
- I wish I had a shirt that said “I’d rather be fucking” because really isn’t that true for all of us? It’s true for me. Right now. Right now at this very second, Internet, I’d rather be fucking.
- You know those shirts that say that certain professions do it in some fashion that is a kin to what they actual do at work. You know, for example, Golfers do it on the green? I realize that is a bad example, but I made it up. Work with me here! What would a porn stars say? Porn stars do it from 9-5? You really can’t go to a funny place with it, because that is their job. You know who wouldn’t rather be fucking? A porn star. I pretty much bet they are all fucked out. I think I would be. That is to much of a good thing and also porn sex really isn’t the nice happy sex I am talking about anyway. Do you know I’m at my desk at work right now. Where work with my father and many people approach my desk. So inappropriate.
- I never really get tired of Tori Amos. I have been listening to here since I was 7 years old and stealing my brothers cassette tapes. I used to put them in my little tape player that had a microphone attached and I used to belt out the songs. Though I always skipped “Me and a Gun” since it was acapella. Listening to it now I think that was for the best. I still love her and on Pandora.com I pretty much stick to her station all day. Still it’s kind of neat to have had the same favorite artist for 14 years.
- I have also had the same favorite song for 7 years. Oddly it’s not by Tori Amos it is “Wild Horses” by The Sundays.
- I finished reading the book by Mimi Smartypants. I am sad it went by so fast. I love her online journal and it was so nice and kind of comforting to be reading the mini tree-killer version of the site. It was also refreshing to read a book that I found laugh out loud funny. Oh well. I guess now it is time to move onto other more serious reading materials and continue to read her journal.
- I really like the color yellow. Looking at the color makes me sort of giddy. We need more yellow around here! Stat!
HOMEWORK (Edit: 5/31/06 at 10:48am - I am dead serious about this. I already got a submission.)
Write me 500 words about Your Happiest Memory. I will put any and all of them in my next post. Have yours on my virtural desk by Thurday. Thank you.
QUOTE I AM ENJOYING AT THE MOMENT
“There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action and becuase there is only one of you in all of time, thic expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exsist through any other medium and be lost. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it clearly yours and directly, to keep the channel open…Whether you choose to take an art class, keep a journal, record your dreams, dance your story, or live each day from your own creative source, above all else, keep the channel open!”
-Martha Graham









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