true colors

Since Jerica still has this as the link to me ... I will write a story for those who click haphazardly on my name searching for insight and find nothing but out-dated posts on still occurring confessions.

I met Jonathan mid-November of 2003. Only reason that matters is because I received my current cell phone number a week or two before meeting him. Two years and10 months later ...

Guarantee Home Equity/Bank/Whatever-the-hell-their-name-is still insists on calling searching for a Virgie Freeman or (Phil?) Collins. Neither of these people, to me, exist. Not in my world. Not in my phone! They began calling in 2003, leaving messages that were poorly pre-recorded, causing everyone who heard to laugh ... a lot. The messages are no longer humerous (however, if you ask me to do an impression, I might just humor you), but are much more numerous. They still call 3-5 times daily, often waking me up when I could still be sleeping, and leave messages each time! Now you might think that this is really no big deal and I should just deal with it ... and you're basically right. But when someone I actually care about calls and leaves a message, I first have to deal with deleting their multiple messages prior to listening to the one that matters. Quite the hastle, I must say.

And on their part - if they haven't realized it yet, they should sooner or later figure out

they aren't getting their money.


Not from me at least.

And not from the non-existant Virgie nor Phil.

cheeseburger perfume

there are too many butts in the yard
purple sunglasses andy fuzzy bouquets
in glroius song from the core of the earth
firing earth-bound day to a myriad-pointed bright
flies fly in space and creatures crawl on earth
it was just then that the gates swung open
and the heavy thoughts were drawn back to a time prior
to sifting ant-arctic-dry-air through agony-wrenched teeth
sharp, white, the balls rest heavily on density
encroached, limiting our movement and enhancing our insticts (instrincts if you may)
they float by like thoughts without a mind
if clouds scatter brilliantly all waves to hues
saturated bowls of deodorized plum sauce
and cheeseburger perfume, cheeseburger perfume, cheeseburger perfume
that smells like delicious cheeseburgers lofting to my nose
pierced forever on the sourhern slope of Mont St. Michelle

from the collaborted creativities of Sam, Jerica, Paul and Myself

pretty.

i thought it would be fun to have a picture on my profile so everyone can see my beautifulness always ... however, what a pain in the ass! ... so if anyone wants to go through the pains of the task, you got the job.

butterfingers

Some genius thought it would be good to design a flight of riserless stairs open to four floors below ... Some other genius (this one is me) thought it would be a good idea to check my voicemail (voicemail from Brandon J. Brown, therefore he should feel real bad right about now) while ascending the stairs ... not a bad idea, unless you happen to drop your phone between the treads and watch it fall approximately 60 feet through an unobstructed path until it reaches the concrete basement floor at a speed of about #?! (<-- insert found speed here) ... and shatters into 3 pieces.

LUCKILY for those of you who love to call me - you still can... however, my beautiful color LCD screen now looks like a tie-die spider web (best description i can think of right now), so I will not be calling you unless your number is locked into my amazing memory (that basically includes Brandon and Jerica.)

So take my advice ... hold on to your phone tightly so it doesn't get ripped out of your possession into the infinite abyss!

Man of Steel

I can be anything
That you want me to be
A punching bag, a piece of string, oh
That reminds you not to think
They found the note down in your car
And it's not your fault it gets this hard
Gets this hard
Hold your head high
Don't look down
I'm by your side
Won't back down
You wanted a hero tonight
Well I'm not made of steel
I'm not made of steel
But your secret's safe with me
I can be anything
That you want me to be
A holy cross, some sympathy
That reminds you not to bleed
They found the note down in your car
You climbed up here to fall apart, fall apart
Hold your head high
Don't look down
I'm by your side
Won't back down
You wanted a hero tonight
Well I'm not made of steel
I'm not made of steel
But your secret's safe with me
Oh, your secret's safe with me
They knock you down
I'll pick you up
They laugh at you
I'll shut them up
But I'm not made of steel
But I'm not made of steel
But I'm not made of steel
But your secret's safe with me
Yeah, your secret's safe with me
Yeah
Hold your head high
Don't look down
I'm by your side
Won't back down
You wanted a hero tonight

Our Lady Peace

veritas

for those of you who like to know more than the surface, a completely uncensored view inside

"Call Me!"

PET PEEVE OF ALL TIME

I'm not sure how to write this in an unoffensive manor to the people who do these things, so forget it ...

I can't handle the people who instant message me to tell me to call them... If they want to talk to me, they can call me, right? On occassion it makes sense - today I got a message online from a friend "I was wondering what you were doing tonight, I am free, if you want to get together, give me a call". See, that is fine - it is a specific question about a specific instance and since I had my away message, and she was possibly just checking email and signing off, it makes sense.

Later tonight I was chatting online with a friend who I im'ed simply to say hi - I do that every now and then. After saying I had to go and would talk to him later, he responded with "call me this weekend". This is a kid who always tells me to call him ... but doesn't call me. If he wants me to call him so badly, how come he never picks up the phone and calls first? People!

Another instance of irritance are those who insist on using the phrase "We have to do lunch sometime", or "Let's get together soon", and then never take the initiative. I always respond with "okay, just call me" (a fine response since the opposite party is the one proposing the meeting, therefore they can do the hunting) - but no one ever calls. If you aren't ever going to call, don't suggest it in the first place.

So there's that ...