July 2009
34 posts
“I really didn’t realize the librarians were, you know, such a dangerous group. They are subversive. You think they’re just sitting there at the desk, all quiet and everything. They’re like plotting the revolution, man. I wouldn’t mess with them.”
—
Michael Moore
I didn’t realize either. I’ve got a lot of subversive catching up to do.
“It gives you nothing back. No manuscripts
to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe
hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold. Nothing
but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive.” —Merce Cunningham, on dancing
to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe
hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold. Nothing
but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive.” —Merce Cunningham, on dancing
at the restaurant with her father
- Waitress: Hey there. Where's your mommy?
- Neice: Oh, my daddy used to get drunk and throw things at us so my mommy divorced him.
- Waitress & Her Father: "....."
Comforting, considering I was walking to my job interview.
I’m all for letting someone know that you think they look nice.
But is walking 6 inches behind someone, smacking your lips, moaning, and mentioning how much you’d like to hear the sweet sound of slapping my big, tight ass totally necessary?
text to brother
“Congrats on getting the kid out. Mike says congrats too and that he’s sorry your only son was sent to destroy you.”
No reply.
Name your kid Luke, and you better buy a black bucket head for the next 18 halloweens.
Go towards the light.
Baby Mackin #6,748,097 is officially on its way down the tube.
I’m sad I wont get to see it (no word on sex till it makes it out) soon.
I’m happy, however, that due to siblings’ penchant for reproduction (not with each other), parents guilt trips for me remain unsaid, and that my hips remain safe from the baby sands of time.
A man of mystery, a man of romance.
I feel like I could dedicate an entire blog to the romantic things he says to me.
For instance, this morning, after sharing the shower….
“Sweet. Now we checked off doing it in that room.”
hangovers are not condusive to scrolling so i cant read tumblr or twitter.
also reading. reading hurts too.
so does standing. sitting. moving. staying still. breathing. not breathing. thinking.
Diagnosis: Butthurt
As evidenced by this, one of my facebook friends happened to note in her status that she thinks universal healthcare is evil and will kill us all, and that uninsured people are (wait for it) lucky.
I have been without healthcare for the majority of my twenties, despite having regular employment. I can honestly say that I was truly and deeply offended by this. Like really, seriously, angrily offended.
You can think what you want about universal healthcare, but dont tell me, the person who had to wait for two fucking years to get ulcers in her stomach fixed, that I am lucky.
But I kept my cool. Which is surprising, cause I have quite the temper.
I left a comment that while I’m sure there’s no perfect solution, and people are entitled to their opinions about the state of univeral healthcare, maybe making blanket statements about the uninsured being lucky is not the way to go about defending your point. I mentioned that I was uninsured and that it truly had changed how I had to live my life.
And thus began an EXPLOSION OF BUTTHURT.
Wherein I was accused of being all sorts of things. And I almost got into it, but decided to laugh instead. Which made her even angrier. Which made me laugh harder.
So anyhow, I apologize for the butthurt, but hopefully you can get it checked out by your doctor. If your insurance covers that kinda thing.
