"the hardest thing in this world is to live in it"
This quote is going to be funny to, oh, about three of you reading this, but I expect the three of you to laugh as long and as hard as I did. It’s from EW’s Idol Top 5 roundup, but, well… yeah.
I know Idol’s trying to tell me something, but I’m not sure if it means it wants a booty call, to move in, or just be “friends” who sporadically play a game of online Scrabble.
Are you laughing? I sure am.
Kisses, dear. 😉
Remember the Muppets? Remember the Muppets doing the Mahna Mahna song?
Well, now thanks to Michael, you can watch the live version!
I guess if I have to be woken up with the next door neighbors in the middle of a domestic violence spat bad enough that I actually called the cops (punching, throwing people into things, throwing swords at people, all loudly narrated and punctuated by screams – yeah, I’m calling the goddamned cops…), this will at least amuse me until I can get back to sleep. Sigh.
Last night, and for the first time, I talked about and cried about my mother to another person – well, to a friend. (I’m pretty sure the one off counselor I tried to see when I realized things weren’t going well doesn’t count.) And as expected, I’m feeling rather weirdly raw and vulnerable this morning (my morning after’s are so much less interesting than other people, aren’t they?), but… I don’t know if better is the right word, but maybe looser? A little less tight, a little more relaxed. A little more like there might be a safety net if I fall.
Sort of related, I’ve realized lately how much I miss feeling music – I’ve been listening to very bass/drum heavy goth and industrial music in the car of late, making sure to rest my leg on the speaker, or have a hand on the roof (which is great for transmitting acoustics). It just feels better to feel the music, to experience it in body total. I think it’s something primally wired within us, because it occurred to me last night that it’s very similar to feeling a voice talk as you rest on someone’s chest.
