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Dada da da (not really)

December 19th, 2007

 

 

Here should be a picture of my favorite apple.

It is also a nude & bottle.

It is also a landscape.

There are no such things as still lifes.

-Erica Jong

I don’t know what kind of day you had. But I left the mother-fucking house! Put on some tights and some boots, and some coats and a hat and tromped around town, for a couple hours, yes I did. I had fun. Oh, did I mention, I left the house, ALONE? I always forget to leave the house alone. I always manage to bring a kid with me, tugging at my clothes, they just don’t like the library, they don’t like to record shop, actually, I am not sure they like errands at all. Besides, I got to play my favorite I-shuffle mix, all LOUD, in my ear, and Donovan and T Rex and Gogol Bordello and Dresden Dolls sound real nice, when it is cold and you are just walking around thinking about stuff.

I walked around alone, and it felt pretty damn good. I should do that more often. I wondered what it would be like, to just have a job, and pay your bills, and live all alone? I have actually never really done that. You could get some records and some hot chocolate and have popcorn for dinner, and cook in your underwear, and dance around and drink gin and tonics at 9am. Wow. I bet that is what I will be like when I am 70. Or 80. Whatevs. I pretended in my head that I was all alone, just walking around doing my errands, and was in no paticular hurry. I let people go in front of me in the post office. I mailed two packages, just took my damn time for once. Like a mini-vacation from life. Just walking around. And then I stopped in a coffee shop for some coffee-flavored coffee. Like a cool person. I wished for a second that I had my laptop with me, I could sit and write in that place, and sigh real loud, like I was doing something important. Wow.

Then it got cold and dark, and I debated whether or not to go get a beer-flavored beer, but I did not. I figured that would not go over well, when I returned and had to cook dinner, and help with homework, and supervise baths, etc. But next time, I am out, and running around with new library books, I am gonna go in a bar, and drink a slo-gin and orange juice, and read. Yes I will. Because I fucking deserve it, and I already live in my head so much, that I do need to get out alone sometimes. I forget that.

So yeah, good day. First one in awhile, as I have had a fever and some kinda stomach wierdness.But I think that is over (and out). And I see some running in my future tommorrow. And some stretching, Hell, I might wake up and do some yoga! Wheeeee! So if you were expecting a package from me, I have sent it off. And if you were expecting nothing from me, then you will get it, and like it.

And finally: This Jamie Lynn Spears pregnancy dealio: It’s like we all live in this small 300 person town, and we call that “The World”. Did you hear that youngest Spears girl is pregnant? She’s only 16. Hey, Little Spears Sister, if you need to leave that baby in a basket on my doorstep, well, that is only my dream. But it could happen.

Ok, now I am going to go and cook some bacon-cheeseburgers and french fries and take some pictures of some voodoo dolls and a bearded baby doll that I just finished. And watch Project Runway, and there might be some kind of Pabst Blue Ribbon involved with that.

Namaste, Satanic Dentists!

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