Dinner with good friends

She asked me how I do it. Sit across the table from men who have hurt me without wanting to scream and cry. She asked me how I could even stand to look at them let alone remain sociable. I told her it wasn't easy. I just keep in mind that they, too, are coming from a world of hurt that I may not understand, but everyone understands pain, understands emotional devastation no matter its source.

I know how to express myself. Quite honestly I just haven't found the right time and what happens sitting across from "these men" is I'm often left wondering if the words I've always intended for them are actually meant for them. I may just be a female version of Voltaire's famous character Candide. At any rate, gender aside, the moral of the tale still stands, "Cultivate your garden."

You have a name, now find your damn telos.

Sid Haig

Why are you so amazing?





Highlights from his imdb page:
Che! (1969)
THX 1138 (1971)
Foxy Brown (1974)
Jackie Brown (1997)
And y'all know about the Rob Zombie flicks . . .

There were a shit ton more TV series he's had parts in. Besides "Jason of Star Command" which I was not alive to enjoy, his prolific career in the television biz includes pop culture favorites such as "Get Smart," "Dukes of Hazzard," "Amazing Stories," "Gunsmoke," "the A-Team," "MacGyver," "Batman" (the original series), "Fantasy Island," "Star Trek," and "Charlie's Angels." (Oh yeah, and "Just the Ten of Us" and "T.J. Hooker!!") The man is a beast.

Treadmill Fall

My iPod has been out of commission for sometime now. It's forced me to look through old CD's I made in the early 00's to listen to when I work out. One of these CD's started with Nina Simone's "Feeling Good" then a few old school Destiny Child's songs later . . . this song came on. As Jordan would say, "I almost busted my face" because I started laughing so hard I tripped over my own feet on the treadmill. Thanks Daddy Yankee. Had I died listening to your song, I would have haunted you from the after life.

Heard this version of "Home" at the hairdresser's the other day. Sorry Frenchie, Blake does it better.

Dance, Dance, Dance

Still every morning when I wake up.

If you wanna know

This song is exactly how I feel.
Not entirely sure of the songs lyrics, but I've been so diffuse lately I think the first statement would be true no matter what the words of the song actually happen to be. I posted it before, but here it is again with renewed appreciation.





Hey . . . yeah

And for good times sake more Alice Smith.

Saturday Night Lullaby

Shirley Time ;)

I'm starting a union at Marshalls while finishing my last two classes this semester.
Theoretically moving in with two of my little brothers in April.
Applying for a few jobs through here.

Fever? Cool? Everyone Wang Chung . . .

I woke up with this song in my head this morning.

I also woke up with a fever and hives covering my neck and cheek (I promptly took Benadryl and went back to sleep).

What the hell kind of day is this going to be?

Last night my manager told me about how she got to see Tom Waits live. I tried to one up her crazy Waits stories with this story about Screamin' Jay Hawkins.

Roll down to the X, Y, Z of it

Shouldn't we all love Dinah Washington?