Deflowered.
First spam comment appeared today.
Shucks.
It was too good to last, I suppose.
Innocence never lasts long.
Archive for November, 2007
#6
“We all have the means to bestow on others the most lavish gifts; love, joy, peace, hope, kindness, acceptance, encouragement, laughter, forgiveness, time… There is not enough money to buy them, and not too little money to give them. The more you spend, the wealthier you become; yet nothing will cost you more than what you freely possess to give.”
– Eden Eliot
This song rocks me to the core every time.
32 Flavors
by Ani DiFranco“Squint your eyes and look closer;
I’m not between you and your ambition.
I am a poster girl with no poster;
I am thirty-two flavors and then some–
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision,
so you might want to turn your head,
‘Cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said.Both my parents taught me about good will,
and I have done well by their names;
Just the kindness I’ve lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain–
Still, there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home,
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I’d passed and left them alone…And God help you if you are an ugly girl,
‘course too pretty is also your doom–
’cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room.
And God help you if you are a pheonix,
and you dare to rise up from the ash.
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back.I’m not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you,
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do.
I’m not saying that I’m a saint
I just don’t want to live that way.
No, I will never be a saint,
but I will always say:Squint your eyes and look closer;
I’m not between you and your ambition.
I am a poster girl with no poster.
I am thirty-two flavors and then some–
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision,
so you might want to turn your head,
’cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said.”
Never. Again.
Yeah. Eating that grilled cheese sammich was a bad idea.
It sounded so good.
But it was a bad idea.
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try to go to bed now.
Bad week for my food digesting system and I.
Wednesday I nearly choked to death on a bite of bread.
Today, all day, all I’ve been able to eat is a few mouthfuls of… bread.
I woke up with an odd feeling in my stomach that I mistook for hunger. Ate some saltines and then a little while later, the nausea hit. I managed to drive all the way from Boyfriend’s almost to my house without getting sick; I had to pull over at the end of my road and fling myself from the car, because you’d better believe I wasn’t about to sick up all over the inside of my new car.
Got home to find out Mom is sick with the same problem. Would seem we’ve got a bug; according to her one day early this week she went to see a neighbor who wouldn’t let her come into their house because she and her husband were sick with this. Greeeeeat.
So, I now for the first time understand the meaning of “coming out both ends” and I SERIOUSLY wish I did not. All day all I have been able to stomach is about three bites of bread and maybe eight ounces of water.
I ate the bread about ten minutes ago. So far, so good, only mild nausea.
Hot/cold flashes… dizziness… weakness…
This sucks.
I’m going back to bed now.
