I caught them barking at the moon

And on occasion, George Burns.

Chapter 60, Chapter 50



Chapter 74, Chapter 84




With forever beyond our grasp, I will be thankful for what we had.

Chapter 71

Chapter 36

Chapter 27

I could watch Black Cab Sessions all day just for the cabbie intro's. :)

Love VV Brown

Yeah, this chickie is fresh.




Check out her Black Cab Session, here.

Saturday Soundtrack

Adventures in Target

Like my socks you will.

This morning I went out to breakfast with my future *man of honor, we cursed SSC students who don't know how to drive, saw a child molester van, and had a serious debate . . . my love of Lil Wayne.

I've tried to deny it. I tried to stick by my fellow women last summer and say Lil Wayne's "Lollipop" was disrespectful to women . . . yadda yadda. I've even said I've found the sight of him repulsive. This is all a lie. A horrible front. I will admit that if Lil Wayne swaggered up to me in a club and whispered, "Hey Shorty" my knees would buckle. I've found him oddly irrestible since Destiny Child's Soldier. I remember thinking to myself, Now, who is that cool cat? But Rey, my man of honor, wasn't calling me out on this front. He was trying to convince me that really wouldn't like Lil Wayne, that I really couldn't handle Lil Wayne. Well, Mister, I have news for you.

I've heard he doesn't write his "rhymes" down. You know who else didn't write anything down . . . Socrates (and for the record, Socrates was hit with the homely stick something awful, and I'd still probably have a mini-crush on him). I'm not saying Lil Wayne's ugly, I'm just trying to prove to Rey that looks mean very little to me when it comes to chemistry and physical attraction. Lil Wayne is definately a Hot Boy.

But how could I prove to him that I could handle Lil Wayne. Then, as if God was watching, while we were in Target (in the Men's section) looking at t-shirts Rey wandered away leaving me alone. Some huge thugged out man, he was like 6' 8" tall, came up to me and said, "Hey shawty rockin' RUN DMC (I was wearing my Target bought DMC shirt and standing in front of the same shirt on the t-shirt wall like a tool bag). I can respect that. Looks good on you."

I literally turned to my left with my yoda socks in hand and ran to electronics. I'm so hood.

Rey found me looking at DVD's a few minutes later and said, "So how'd it go with Lil Wayne over there?"

He saw the whole thing. You win this round, Pepen. But I still think I would razz Lil Wayne's berries.

I like to pick one song a summer and make it my theme song. One summer it was T-Pain's Buy You a Drink, last summer it was Usher's Love In This Club, but this summer it's all about my boy Lil Wayne with his Every Girl.

And to all the girls who think this is disrespectful, I never give an honest man a hard time. Men think of us this way. Thank you for being honest, Mr. Carter. I'd prefer a man letting me know where I stand then stringing me along letting me think it might be something more.

* A man of honor is the male equivalent to a "maid of honor." I saw proof of this actual wedding role on What Not To Wear. If Stacey and Clinton say it's so . . . it is so.

Philosophy Majors

English Majors get enraged when you misplace a comma (I agree it does make a difference . . . ) or use a large word incorrectly. Thank goodness for these smart souls and dictionaries.

A Philosophy Major will get worked up when they find too many people using any word, regardless of its size, interchangeably (it seems) with no clear definition. But everyone knows what it means . . .

Sure just like you believed the teacher when she pointed at the ABC's on the board and said welcome to the trap. In America these 26 letters will bind you, define you and haunt you. You will never escape these words and you will live your life under the delusion you are communicating with people with these words. Technologies will further the divide . . . people did better with blind faith in each other and homing pigeons. But go ahead, put all your eggs in one proverbial basket. Tattoo it on your body. Even an image will invoke words. Words that will be twisted into any meaning any person wants. Be arbitrary.

I wouldn't know what to do with myself if my blog and my twitter account were the only way to communicate with the people I care about. Hearing two friends recount their trip with good old kodak photographs over a few beers and some wine is infinitely better than seeing them online. Seeing them online is infinitely better than never seeing them at all. It's all relative, Loves.

Stay Gold,
xoxo,
Cindy Mayweather

PapapaPokerFace

Poker Face- Pixie Lott (Lady Gaga cover)




Outta Here- Pixie Lott (Esmee Denters' cover)

The Month Off, Potential New

They asked me to take a new position at work. I could have haggled for a few cents more maybe. It would have got me out of a stressful department at work. It would have been one more "thing" to add to me resume (barf). It would have meant something new.

But . . .

It was cooped up in an office. I don't do offices or cubicles.

I'm taking a month off, so the poor woman already covering in there wouldn't have gotten the vacation she wanted.

I would have been taking the opportunity away from someone else who deserves it.

If I do leave for IL (for good) after the new year, it would have been screwing the poor woman over even more (she would have had to train someone new all over again).

A few people told me to just take it, screw the corporation I work for. What have they ever done for me? Nothing. But that's just it. The corporation doesn't care who handles the job (so long as they're competent, and preferably cheap) and they'd work that other woman to the bone if they could. I don't want that for her.

Time Travel

The Tallest Man on Earth: Where Do My Bluebird Fly from shoottheplayer.com on Vimeo.

Promises to Myself

I will only work where the "every day" people are as crazy and nutty as the people who work and shop at the Marsh.

I will be selectively literal until the day I die.

I will be glad for each day, good or bad.

I will give people a chance, even the ones I hate right off the bat (case and point, my friend Sara . . . "hate" is a strong word).

I will never be good about keeping the cell phone near me, but I'll get better at returning phone calls/texts.

I will not worry about the "boy" thing. They come (no pun intended) and go at will, and I'll always be inclined to let them.

I will always "honor" the wing man role, and wish I could be a better one for Reysons. Bro's before ho's . . . knowing full well, your "bro's" will always fall back in support of you finding love, never hinder.

I will never blame some one, anyone, for my actions or "lonely no action." Ever.

Damn be this wind.

With a little help from the Postman, Fritz Lang and Townes Van Zandt are making their way to Fearless this week. Yesssss.

Phew

I've been meaning to check up on the status of Cookie Monster for some time. Phew, with a little moderation, he's safe.

Saturday Night Lullaby

Today In History

MLK ♥

List of Life Savers

Here is a list of things that saved my life, they may not be my favorite things but they came along at times in my life when I really needed them.

1. Edward Scissorhands



For that reason, and that reason alone, I will always give Burton a shot.

2. The Beatles



It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out.

3. Doing the Dishes


I feel very satisfied when scouring a dirty pan.


4. Vodka Tonics (with two limes)



It's not my favorite drink . . . but its my go to drink when I'm blue.

5. Kevin Costner



Like I even have to explain . . . and when he wears that ribbed, blue sweater in Message In A Bottle, oh my, the things I'd do to that man.

6. Catherine Feeney's Mr.Blue



I just thought the song was great when I first heard it, then I met my Mr. Blue . . . ♥
He saved my life, too. ♥ ♥ ♥

7. Johnny Cash, the man, the myth, the legend . . . and this photo

Chalk it up to experience

Andia gone wild.


I am secretly a Samurai.



One Day



Daniel


This representation does nothing for my assets.


I love my mutant ears, Andia.


Your head's not really that big; it was your hair, Andia.


Sorry, kid. I'm no van Gogh.

Not fair . . . perhaps

King Rat --- Modest Mouse


Fucking Nuts. The last thing I built with Legos was a ladder for my rat. She was too heavy and kept breaking it. 1500 hrs . . . crazy.





Short story update, I was going to get Patty (with a "y" not an "i" I think the "y" is the most under appreciated letter of the whole alphabet, it has 2 jobs, you know, works as a consonant, and sometimes a vowel) out of Alaska. But I think she has more potential in desolation. We'll see what the open terrain brings her.

Rambling

Today in layaway a little boy asked his grandma if the kids at school would still pick on him in his new Ed Hardy shirts. She didn't know what to say.

"People who mind, don't matter. People who matter, don't mind."

Some kid in a Primus band shirt wanted to buy a particular pan that we just didn't have anymore. It took ten minutes and 3 different people and he still walked away confused. The fact that he was wearing a Primus shirt had nothing to do with him smoking too much weed.

I saw a new version of my Lover Boy Ed Hardy shirt at work. It looked like it got in a fight with a Bedazzle Gun . . . or Patti, she puts rhinestones on everything.

I think you're just as ridiculous for not buying a shirt you like because of the name on the label as someone who buys something God awful just for the name.

Don't be in a relationship with someone you can't share your day with (no matter how boring of a day it was). One of my exes would never let me talk about my day at work. It made me feel worthless. On a sort of related note (that ex got me into watching Lost) I was talking a little about the series with a friend a few weeks back. Trying to remember what I could of it, I started to remember why I stopped following . . . I broke up with said ex before the start of season 3 and started having really good sex. Haha.

Some bitch went off on me today because SHE lost her coffee (she put it down, forgot about it for a while, and the reality of the matter, someone probably just threw it away). Eat shit and die, bitch.

I forgot to bring the first season of Mad Men to work for Stephen (and I still don't remember if it's Steven or Stephen . . . I mean to look at his name badge EVERY TIME I see him). His mom took a turn for the worse and he was really looking forward to the distraction. I suck. :/

Wendy's fucking nuts . . . in a very good way. It's most entertaining.

Alison Wonderland is leaving for school. I love/hate that.

Soap face is putting in her two weeks along with Mary from Marshalls. I love/hate that, as well.

I'm going to look up Zumba classes. Yep.

I worked like . . . 40 hours in the last four days. I'm ready for "my weekend."

August Remix

Keep it hott.





Excited for:

1. Fall bangs

2. Topsfield Fair

3. Pumpkin Ale





4. Illinois

5. Halloween with Jordan

6. Cornfields, Orchids, Uncle Jim's Farm

7. Lameness there (as opposed to the lameness here)

8. Mos Def and Talib Kweli







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