and you know
you're gonna lie to you
in your own way

friday, march 30, 2007

from the little wanderlust journal from mary.

i can hear the seals in the distance
i wonder how far away they are
just past a few boats-
or further,
their barks carried on the salty wind
the tide at this time of day has lowered
shells and rocks
left behind by the lapping waves-
a painting in the sand
the distance of the sail
is the distance i feel now
when there is only silence
we're right next to each other-
yet you are like the foggy island-
its outline barely visible
i look forward to the moments
of feeling young-
like the brother and sister
splashing around in the clumsy waves
i've often wondered
that we lose interest in splashing in waves
playing in the sand
i think
it's because...
i don't know why
i also wonder
how it is
you can leave
without the simple
'see you later'
even the waves whisper 'goodbye'
kissing the sand
one last time
before it
retreats back


who needs a roomate?

If someone is looking for a roommate in the Chelsea, New York area, and doesn't mind living with someone who has 'habits,' then they should consider this.

i have a wonderful apartment for a reasonable price. I found out by living with other people that i have some habbits that can be difficult to deal with. i've been though several roommates during the past few months and have now decided to list my habbits in hopes of finding a stable roommate.

1. i have a cat. you must love cats and not be allergic.

2. i brush him everyday from 7 until 8 p.m. in the living room.

3. sometimes i don't feel like talking. i will let you know and you are to go to your room.

4. my mother comes over once a week to pick up some things and she also yells at me for being a homosexual. i am not a homosexual.

5. i keep my kitchen floor so clean you can eat off of it, which is what i do. i eat off a tile in the middle of the kitchen with chopsitcks. i eat two hardboiled eggs every night.

6. i have a problem with metal kitchen utencils. i only permit disposable utencils in the apartment. you are not to bring anything else.

7. all the food in the fridge is labled with different names. you can be sure that they are all mine. you are to label your food "mortimer." i will not eat mortimer's food.

if you're seriously interested contact me and please list your habbits. Please send a photo. thanks


first day

Today was my first day working at Starbucks. I was excited. Not nervous. And sleepy.

It was a lot of reading and filling out paperwork. While reading, I noticed two homeless men sitting in the patio area outside. One was drinking vodka. I hesitated to ask my manager, Carolyn, what the policy was with homeless people consuming alcohol on the premises, so I kept it to myself.

From reading I went into learning how to clean the condiments table and followed Dianne around as she whiped off tables and counters. After cleaning, she showed me how to make Frappuchinos. They seemed simple enough. Lines told you how far to fill the coffee or creme mix. The tricky part was pouring the blended drink. Dianne told me to hit the side of it on the counter top. It took me five minutes my first try. I gave it another go with a different drink. She told me when she first started she would always pour the frozen drink all over the counter. As she spoke those words, I did just that.

While I continued making drinks with the blender. Carolyn told us not to be alarmed if the police came in because she called the cops on the homeless men. When the cops arrived, they made the intoxicated man put his arms on his head.

'Oh my goodness, his pants fell down,' Dianne said. Like a trainwreck, I had to look. Not only was he homeless and drunk (at 11 a.m.), but he was now naked from the waist down. The sight was very unpleasant. Carolyn assured me this wasn't normal. Later we found out one had urinated on one of the chairs and the other deficated on the other.

After that I trained on the computer, which was less exciting than watching cops make homeless men leave.

Then my shift ended. It was a wonderful first day. I got to test two different types of coffee, eat a blueberry muffin and a piece of dark chocolate. Let's hope I don't get chubby from working here.


another fish in the sea of jackasses

Indianapolis Colts Coach Tony Dungy thinks and speaks like he's from the back woods of America. Here are some of his thoughts about anti-gay marriage, from IndyStar.

"IFI is saying what the Lord says [that the definition of a marriage is a man and woman]," Dungy said. "You can take that and make your decision on which way you want to be. I'm on the Lord's side."

The coach said his comments shouldn't be taken as gay bashing, but rather his views on the matter as he sees them from a perspective of faith.

"We're not anti- anything else. We're not trying to downgrade anyone else. But we're trying to promote the family -- family values the Lord's way," Dungy said.

did i die?

Did I die? No, but for a couple moments I thought I did. Our last ride of the day at Magic Mountain was Goliath. It reaches 235 feet into the clouds - with a 255 foot drop - and flys at an alarming 85 miles per hour. Not only do you just glide down on your initial hill, you drop at 61 degrees, which pretty much seems like an elevator ride. The left side of the picture below is the drop.

Out of all the rides we rode, the spinney rides were my favorite. My least favorite being X - I opened my eyes once for a few seconds until I realized that might not be a great idea.

All in all, I had a wonderful day. Next time we will be going back, I will be dragging Heather on the rides!


thank heaven for little boys

Introducing Benjamin Macedo.

I can't wait until I get to see this little boy. He is blessed with wonderful parents and good skin.

Congratulations Ann and Franz.

a naked lie

My favorite author, David Sedaris, admitted to exaggerating on his book Naked.

"The events described in these stories are real," humorist David Sedaris wrote in the introductory note to Naked, his 1997 collection of nonfiction essays. The New York Times was convinced: When Naked hit the best-seller list, it categorized the book as nonfiction. The Library of Congress called it biography, and Sedaris assured several interviewers over the years that the book was essentially factual. "Everything in Naked was true," he told the webzine GettingIt in 1999. "I mean, I exaggerate. But all the situations were true."...
-The New Republic

I couldn't go on to read the rest because I would have to subscribe.

Does this turn a book nonfiction to fiction. does it make it less true if the events are true, but situations not so much or even stretched? I don't care what they say, he is still my favorite.


four leaves of kisses

To Mr. Pat on his day.

To all the Irish, and non-Irish who celebrate - may you have safe festivities.

Last, don't forget to kiss that Irishman, or Mexican (since I've heard they're closely related due to drinking a lot and being die hard Catholics), on this green day.

they are you and i

A few of Tori's new songs from American Doll Posse have been leaked! True, they are only lyrics, but it is still exciting.

Fat Slut

Fat slut you said
What luck I said
To be stuck in your, your happy family
Well don’t you dare I said
Judge me you go
And stick it in somewhere
I’m I’m sicka hearin’ it, you go
Stick it in somewhere I’m
I’m sicka hearin’ it

Devils and Gods

Devils and gods now that’s an idea
But if we believe that it’s they who decide
That’s the ultimate detractor of crimes
‘Cos devils and gods, they are you and I
Devils and gods, they are you and I
Devils and gods, safe and inside

Yo, George

I salute to you commander and I sneeze
‘Cos I have now an allergy to your policies it seems
Where have we gone wrong America?
Mister Lincoln we can’t seem to find you anywhere
Out of the millions from the deserts to the mountains
Over prairies to the shores
Is this just the madness of King George? Yo, George
Is this just the madness of King George? Yo, George
Well you have the whole nation on all fours

Velvet Revolution

Feeling radical in cotton purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season is the velvet revolution
Aye-ee look at the sky
And feel the tears of the prophets crying
Aye-ee look at the sky
And feel the rain their reign of tears

Feeling radical in cotton purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season is the velvet revolution
All you killers of the children
There’s a new commandment
The true divine creator wants a velvet revolution
All you killers of the children
There’s a new commandment
The true divine creator wants a velvet revolution


the tree show

The Creatrix

Yesterday afternoon a couple of us went to see Mark Ryden's new work in The Tree Show. After years of having a strange fascination with trees, I thought this would be interesting. We get there and I instantly fell in love.

My favorite, which I believe is titled The Tree of Life, hung on a wall of its own. It was maybe eight feet tall and 5 feet wide. It pictured a tree, with a young women sitting atop its branches. She was in a gown holding flowers with a bee near her head. The leaves were full and round. In the middle of its trunk was an eye looking. Its roots were outside the soil with a skull beside them. The painting's frame was an art piece in itself - carved wood of branches, leaves, squirrels, birds, deer, and the top's center had a doll head with antlers (also carved). There was something about this tree, something magical.

When i wondered to the second room, there was a smaller sketch of the tree. Drawn in only pencil, it explained the different areas of the tree (wisdom, love, mercy, and so on) and the meanings of the different characters - some of which included air, fire and other elements belonging to the earth.

I left amazed, happy and with a t-shirt.

As a sidenote, the painting I fell in love with was a breezy $800,000. Remember, my birthday is in December.

hello mixoparthenos

The unemployment diaries will soon be coming to a close.

After a month and a half of being a full time lazy person, I have a part time position at Starbucks. Don't worry, I will still be part time lazy.

oh, dolly!

Many remember their first music album, whether it was given to them or it was purchased. For me is was Dolly Parton's White Limozeen. This record was given to me by my mom and will always hold a special place in my heart. My favorite song being Why'd You Come In Here Lookin' Like That.

When I was younger, around the age of six or seven, my family took a vacation to Tennessee. While we were there we visited Dollywood, nestled in between the Smokey Moutains around Knoxville. I can't recall most of my trip there, but I do remember the rocks having speakers in them playing country music and a water roller coaster ride where I urinated on my uncle during the decline. Besides the number one part, I am sure it was a lovely trip.

Rosie Thomas | El Perro Del Mar

Tuesday evening we headed over to LA's Ex-Plx to see the El Perro Del Mar show. I only knew of a few of her songs, but enjoyed the soft echoing melodies - I was interested to hear more.

Rosie Thomas opened. She came out and said a squeaky hello. The speaking voice of an eight-year-old, but the singing voice of a mature, floating on clouds, younger but more rebellious sister to Sarah McLaughlin. I liked her a lot, her lyrics, playfulness and openness to her audience, telling stories of her father's PT Cruiser and drinking margaritas prior to the concert.

El Perro Del Mar was good. She sounded the exact same from the album. Her songs are easy to sing along to due to very few lines. The melodies are fun to listen to. I enjoyed how her three male band members were dressed - all in black suits with skinny ties. They may have hated her from the glares they kept giving her during her set. She was taller than I had imagined. Pretty with a classic look. If I could give advice to her it would be to get that stick out of your ass, smile, and be kind to your audience. Overall, I enjoyed her.

I hope to see Rosie Thomas again.

Bicycle tricycle take me far with
My hands on your handlebars. I can’t
Be homecoming queen for every boy
That falls in and out of love with me.
I won’t look back
I’ve been here before
I’ve been here before
I’ll turn my back
Whatever it takes to let him go
Flower dress strawberry red
I must confess you’re my safety pin
Hold me together hide me well
So he cannot tell the state that I am in
I won’t look back
I’ve been here before
Been here before
I’ll turn my back
Whatever it takes to let him go
Roller skates figure eights
Roll me away and I won’t complain
I’ll bring my raincoat boots and umbrella
So he can’t ever rain on my parade

Bicycle Tricycle, Rosie Thomas




Thanks to Michael I have started a love of Nike shoes. I enjoy the colors, styles and meaning behind the brand. They have value behind them, a name for themselves.

I recently purchased two pairs of Nikes. This video is for Michael.

full circle

I have been in Long Beach for over a month now. Time has flown so fast. I have loved every moment of my time here and with Asleep. I am getting to do all the things I've wanted to do with him - go to movies, to dinner, to sit on the couch and do nothing, go to shows, laugh, love, and everything in between. Everything has been so amazing. I love it here and I love him, so much.

Learning each other is an entertaining thing to do. What we eat or don't eat. What our routines are. What songs we think are good and others we think are trash. How hot or cold the water is that we shower in. Even the simple task of watching him brush his teeth or shaving makes me happy, just knowing I'm here.

My heart is happy and I couldn't ask for anything better.

Thank you.

Love you.


get off the cross, we need the wood

Big Wheel

i been on my knees but you’re so hard,
won’t be pleased that you
take me, take me in
so you are a superstar
get off the cross, we need the wood

somehow you will rise, but with attitude
i know, honey, you’re a pro
but baby i don’t need your cash
mama got it all in hell now

big wheel turn my fantasy
don’t you throw that shade on me
i’ve been drinking down your pain
i’m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
wash it away, wash it away, boy
wash you away now

gimmie 8, a-gimmie 7, a-gimmie 6,
gimmie 5, gimmie 4, a-gimmie 3
i-i-i am a M-I-L-F, don’t you forget, M-I-L-F,
don’t you forget, M-I-L-F, don’t you forget
baby, i don’t need your cash
so baby maybe i’ll leave you


the 10's

Thank you Heather.

10 Random Things About Me:
1. I feel the need for more Jack Spade bags.
2. I’m terrified of open water.
3. I had tubes six times before the age of six.
4. I’ve never broken a bone (knock on wood).
5. I did, however, tear my ACL playing wiffleball in high school.
6. I would love to go to every single Tori concert on her next tour.
7. I think American Apparel shirts are among the best, and cheapest.
8. I am having FarmHouse cinnamon roll withdraws.
9. I have never learned to water ski, and probably never will.
10. I am currently learning Spanish in 40 lesson plans.

9 Ways to Win My Heart (it’s already been won, but…):
1. Honesty.
2. Like cinnamon rolls.
3. Call back.
4. Show emotion.
5. Sing in the car with me.
6. Love my family and friends.
7. Shake your booty on the dance floor.
8. Don’t be shady.
9. Make me laugh.

8 Things I Want to Do Before I Die:
1. Learn piano and guitar, and cello again.
2. Speak Spanish fluently.
3. Do something that benefits people.
4. Learn to surf.
5. Start a company.
6. Backpack through Europe.
7. Swim with dolphins.
8. Go on a treasure hunt.

7 Ways to Annoy Me:
1. Forget things.
2. Not following through.
3. Ignorant.
4. Arrogant.
5. Lie.
6. Be fake.
7. Rudeness.

6 Turn Ons:
1. Eyes.
2. Sexy feet.
3. Good hygiene.
4. Accent.
5. This.
6. Dresses nicely.

5 Things I'm Afraid Of:
1. Failure.
2. Hurting someone’s feelings.
3. Snakes.
4. Clowns.
6. Basements.

4 Favorite Items in My Room:
1. My blanket of my Dad’s shirts.
2. Cloud 9.
3. Clothes.
4. My baby!

3 Things I Do Everyday:
1. Be lazy.
2. Listen to lots of music.
3. Love.

2 Things I Want to Do Right Now:
1. Be with my family and friends.
2. Go shopping with Asleep.

1 Person I Would Love to Talk to Right Now:
1. My dad.


unemployment diaries - my new bush

one bear a-dancing

This was taken last weekend at a local bar called Mick and Mack's. They were celebrating Bear Camp Birthday. I'm not really sure what it was, other than a bunch of bears in a group...I think.

Well, maybe there's more to it, and I should just stop judging. I guess I'll just leave it at that.