Friday, November 13, 2009

Oh Sweet Jesus

On the Veteran's Parkway of Springfield, Illinois I saw an Elvis impersonator riding a Harley. Or maybe it WAS Elvis. I had a great time here, but that made my whole trip. He wore a white leather RHINE-STONED suit. I wish I wasn't driving so I could have taken a picture but my purse with camera/phone was out of reach. It doesn't matter. I'll never forget it. And this song was playing. Not too shabby Black Eyed Peas (but it doesn't make up for the shit you filled our ears with all summer).

You cut me open


Who's gonna run this town tonight?


I'm not ever going to shut you out.


Keep it cool.



There sound will sleep the traveller, And dream his journey's end


Thursday, November 12, 2009

Be happy again

You can be dark and mysterious.

But smile nonetheless, please.




Stop your sighing . . .

Noughts & Crosses

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Choux Pastry Heart




You said I was gamine/ But we didn't mean the same thing I think


Our only theories were inside of our hands

So I tweeted this . . .



Facebooked it.

And now I'm going to blog it (and I'll probably send it to a few Celtics fans I know).

When people combine two of your favorite things, it's a God damn good day.

Celtics + Sesame Street = A God damn good day

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Go get all the gold, all the guns and all the girls

Is it ever gonna be enough?



The other night while I tried to get Jordan to sleep, I asked him to close his eyes, find a way to Dreamland and to come back and tell me.

What made you want to write about nightmares?

Keep Ya Head Up



Ooooo child, things are gonna get easier

Monday, November 9, 2009

Reflection

Catching up on some C's.

So these are great. xkcd 1 and 2. They're partly so great to me because I just saw the HIMYM episode where they have a "graph and chart" intervention for Marshall. I could sort of relate, I see the world in Venn Diagrams.

I like Illinois, but I'm starting to miss my family and friends on the East Coast. I want a Bingo night with my mom. Lame? Nah . . . old coots and biddys are the best. When I get home I'll do a little hall of fame of my trip's photos (make 'em look all extra pretty and such) but I'm too lazy now.







I ♥ Shel Silverstein.

Reflection
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Each time I see the Upside-Down Man
Standing in the water,
I look at him and start to laugh,
Although I shouldn't oughtter.
For maybe in another world
Another time
Another town,
Maybe HE is right side up
And I am upside down.