July 18, 2004

  • I think it abundantly apparent that I missed the secret adult meeting.  You know the one where you get to a certain age and “they ” call you into the boardroom and tell you the secrets of adulthood.  I missed the memo, my computer was down, I was on the road.  I demand a copy of the minutes from the meeting.  I overslept, I had a flat tire.  It’s not my fault!!!!!   Damn, can I borrow someone’s notes?  I think I may have went from childhood to my teen years, skipped adulthood and went straight back to childhood.  Because…. I got no answers here people!  There are a couple of nice perks though.  I still get to drive, I have control of the checkbook, I don’t get carded at the liquor store and I still have enough people fooled that they let me vote.  (insert maniacal laugh here)


    The old man didn’t call last night.  I stayed up until 11 waiting.  He always calls at 9.  At 9:30 I left the first message, at 11 I left the second.  This morning he called and said he could tell I was upset, gee, I wonder how?  He promised he wouldn’t leave his phone in the hotel room anymore.  Bastard!  You can’t call every single night and then not call.  It’s a rule! 







    Whoa, I need a man to love me.
    Oh, don’t you understand me, baby ?
    Why, I need a man to love.
    I want me someone to hold me when I, I call out for aid.
    Someone to be around me so I won’t be afraid.

    Because it can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be this loneliness
    Baby, surrounding me.

    No, no, know it just can’t be
    No it just can’t be, oh lord
    Oh baby baby baby it just can’t be, no no no.
    No it just can’t be, no
    Whoa, it can’t be
    No it just can’t be
    Alright.
    Yeah!

    Whoa, won’t you let me hold you ?
    Honey, just close your eyes.
    Whoa, won’t you let me hold you, baby ?
    Hey, hey, I want to just put my arms around ya, like the circles going ’round the sun.
    And let me, let me hold you daddy, I said, at least until the morning comes.

    Because it
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be this loneliness
    Baby, surrounding me.
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
    No it just can’t be, no
    Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, just can’t be, no
    No it just can’t be no more
    Whoa, it can’t be
    No it just can’t be
    Alright, go on play it!

    Hey!
    Yeah, hey!

    Whoa, I need a man to love me,
    Oh, can’t you help me, please.
    Why, lord, I need a man to love.
    Hey, I want me someone to hold me when I call out for aid
    And someone to be around me so I won’t be afraid.

    Because it
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be now
    Can’t be this loneliness
    Baby, surrounding me.

    No, no, no, it just can’t be
    No it just can’t be no more
    Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy, it just can’t be, no no no.
    No it just can’t be
    Whoa, honey it can’t be
    No it just can’t be


    In case your unaware that is the late great Janis Joplin.  I recommend turning the volume WAY UP!  Followed immediatly by Turtle Blues to make you get back in your bitch mode.  “Call me mean, call me evil”.  damn straight skippy, don’t mess with me.


    random thoughts;


    Everyone went on and on about how good I looked at the wedding.  Does this mean I normally look like a hag?


    My sisters and I affectionatly call each other “water retaining sea cow”.  re: sis one gets a good slam dunk, and the only reply to said zinger is…see above.


    and from Star Trek the reply in my immediate family to said zinger would be…”ugly bag of mostly water”.


    Notice how cruelly water is used!


    I need to clean the kitchen, mow the yard and do laundry.  In lieu of all that I think I’ll go back to bed.  I’m pretty sure the dishes, grass and dirty clothes will still be there when I get up.  Fucking fairies, where are they when I need them?  Fairy tales are such a rip-off. 


    I just realized something.  I made an appointment at the beginning of June to have my hair cut.  The app is August 7.  I will be in Wisconsin. dammit!  Why would anyone make an app 2 months in advance?  That was the only opening. Yes, he’s THAT good, yes, he’s beyond gay.  dammit!  I wonder if I called and begged if I could slip in after hours? Bribery might be in order.  His partner Chris loves me, I even offered to run around town with him to get the rumor mill REALLY going.  Robbie’s response to that…one raised eyebrow.  Sure did crack up me and Chris.  What really cracked me up was when Chris told me the story of how he “came out” to his mom. 


    He invited her over to his apartment for dinner and sometime over dessert finally got up the courage to tell her.  Her response; “Thank God, I didn’t think you’d ever figure it out and I didn’t want to tell you.”     (Who’s in denial, umm Chris?)


    My cousin Fred married Marcus back in Feb. when it was legal for those brief shining moments in San Fran.  It was filmed and put on the national news.  My cousin, coast to coast on the news because he got married!  One question, where were the news crews when Emily got married?   Oh, I forgot, that’s “normal.” 


    I’m not normal, my brain is on speed.  Ask anyone.  Some say I’m cool, most say weird.  Get over it!


    See ya tomorrow!


     


    You are cool! Right on!













    Am I cool or uncool?
    You are Cool!
    You’re pretty cool! People look at you and think.. ‘wow.. that person is cool!’ Congratulations. Use your position wisely and teach the dorks below you a thing or two. There’s nothing like recruiting a cool person.
    Told you!

Comments (5)

  • Don’t worry, that secret adult meeting was cancelled!

    and better reschedule the appt. asap! You know how those beyond gay hairdressers schedules run… why don’t you see if he’ll consider an housecall????

  • You’re too funny ~ I think you must have had a wee bit too much sugar this morning!  :lip_kiss:

  • It wasn’t to much sugar, it was lack of alcohol!  :eek:

  •  :spam:

     I TOTALLY know what you mean about the adult boardroom meeting thing.  When I was a child I thought that the Teacher’s Lounge was where all the adults met to smoke cigars and cuss at each other.  My invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.

  •   I miss you… update please?!

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