[All blogged up and nowhere to go.]




8.5.2000 ::: I have a wicked ugly cut on my left thumb. It starts around the inside, in the base area, and winds up top, over the knuckle. OWOWOW. It seems to have gotten infected (we played frisbee with the dog today) and is showing signs of conscientious objector status. It is gaping open slightly and --goshdarnit!-- has the telltale appearance of "One Who Would be A Scar". How'd I get said cut (I thought you'd never ask, dearie!)? I was messing around on the guitar, humming nonsense to meself, when my subconscious snagged on a thought. "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses"....yeah, I'll have a go at that one. This guy I cared for deeply at one time told me the song reminded him of me: (U2, ya damned dummies) You're dangerous 'cause you're honest / You're dangerous, you don't know what you want / Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot / For any spirit to haunt / Hey hey sha la la / Hey hey / You're an accident waiting to happen / You're a piece of glass left there on the beach / Well you tell me things / I know you're not supposed to / Then you leave me just out of reach / Hey hey sha la la / Hey hey sha la la / Who's gonna ride your wild horses / Who's gonna drown in your blue sea / Who's gonna ride your wild horses / Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee / Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash / And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge / Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to / Baby, can we still be friends / Hey hey sha la la / Hey hey sha la la / Who's gonna ride your wild horses / Who's gonna drown in your blue sea / Who's gonna ride your wild horses / Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee / Oh, the deeper I spin / Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin / Took a drive in the dirty rain / To a place where the wind calls your name / Under the trees the river laughing at you and me / Hallelujah, heavens white rose / The doors you open / I just can't close / Don't turn around, don't turn around again / Don't turn around, your gypsy heart / Don't turn around, don't turn around again / Don't turn around, and don't look back / Come on now love, don't you look back / Who's gonna ride your wild horses / Who's gonna drown in your blue sea / Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses / Who's gonna take the place of me / Who's gonna ride your wild horses / Who's gonna tame the heart of thee So I went to tune up and, tear-r-r-r-r-r, I clumsily got caught on the end of a guitar string. Not so much painful as startling. That's what I get. That's what I damned well get for reminiscing on a boy that's ages gone, seemingly. I wish you endless inspiration, a good roof and a full refrigerator, Cris. I hope you are well. Jett Superior laid this on you 12:33:02 AM :: scoop it :: ::: :::::: ::: 8.3.2000 ::: Read a rather lenthy ar... Oh, already did that one. Drat. A.M.: went to gym, delivered creative midgets to today's version of fun, went to Wal-Mart, got ticket from an officah ub DA LAW (his surname was a hardcore reference to female genitalia, hardy-har), stayed busy fielding calls for the remainder. P.M.: Spaghetti and homemade bread for lunch. Lullabyes afterward for my curly-haired diaper full of mischief. Quiet time, so I handle projects that busy little hands don't allow in their waking moments. Off to the car to retrieve the others, leisurely conversation-filled drive over the backroads, cook swift dinner, they're off again (this time to church). Afterwards, teethbrushing, giggles, a chapter of "Trumpet of the Swan" (so I annotated it incorrectly...piss off). Took some time for literary and wine-slanted indulgences. Got on this Godforsaken Method Of Technological Time Suckage. Checked my e-mail and fell over this, my official handy-dandy nuke-em-cause-we-can specially delivered horoscope: You're the envy of all in your field. Hard work looks like child's play in your hands. Speaking of children, any that you meet will swarm over you, sensing your magic. QUICK!! Get the fucking bug spray!! Now here I am, in the A.M. realm again. Shit, I should get some sleep, dude! Jett Superior laid this on you 1:53:24 AM :: scoop it :: ::: :::::: ::: 8.1.2000 ::: Read a rather lengthy article on refractory cognizance today. I did not. I am such a liar! Today was one of those docile non-days that kind of leisurely run their course. It started out all yucky; the gym was closed due to your basic death in the family, so I was left without the grandiose energy that a quick morning workout gives. Thankfully, Ye Enamoured Toddler was more than agreeable today and not so much like taming a wild hurricane. You know--the usual. Got word via third party that Daddy-O is returning to the states soon....don't really know what to make of that. I'm pretty convinced that it won't alter my life much. Doubt he'll be involved on any greater level than he is now. It's a reasonable trade-off. It'll mean still not being subject to his stringent standards and sideways glances at what he deems to be an awesome waste of potential. Can you say "HOORAY FOR elizAbeth!!!", boys and grills? Jett Superior laid this on you 4:41:16 PM :: scoop it :: ::: :::::: :::


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