Hardcore Pepperocini

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

*Don't forget to remember me*

I won't be blogging here anymore. There is lots going on and this isn't a good place to write about any of it. But it felt wrong to leave my poor little blog all alone without any final entry. So, here it is. Now my lovely blog has an ending.

Much love.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Please, remember me
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

Please, remember me
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like 'We'll meet again'
And 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their gray
Were always done in such a hurry

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city

Please, remember me
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down'
And 'Someone Save Temptation'

Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter's
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'

Please, remember me
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last'
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger

Please, remember me
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissin on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers

-Iron and Wine

Sunday, July 09, 2006

"I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind..."

-Green Day, Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I am having the worst cramps in the history of the world. EVER. (Good thing I'm not being dramatic, eh)? Seriously, next time someone comes up to you and asks "What does it feel like to have ten-million knives in your stomach" (because people ask that so often) have them call me. UGH. And the one thing that would make me feel better is wine. And I don't have any. My life is sooooo hard.


Look. I dyed my hair.

And speaking of my hair, look. It is getting "long" enough to where I have to find ways to keep it out of my face.

Kat and I finally found a place. I'm going to go sign the papers tomorrow, and we get to start moving in on Thursday. I'm not going to miss my neighbors. Maybe they are all daysleepers or something, because they sure have alot of energy at night.

I made really really good enchiladas yesterday. And I ate chocolate-covered strawberries.

I swept my floor yesterday and about ten minutes later stepped on a very very tiny piece of broken glass. It hurt more than one would expect, and I ran to the bathroom to get a towel so I could put pressure on it. About five minutes later I came back into the kitchen and there was blood EVERYWHERE. It looked like some tragic injury had taken place! But really, I just had a teeny-tiny foot wound. Then I started getting paranoid that I was supposed to get a tetanus shot, but I did some research online and came to the conclusion that I was okay. The moral of the story? Don't sweep your floor. EVER.

In other news, I love my digital camera. I've been taking it with me to work so I can get pictures of how pretty Seattle is in the morning, but I always get lost in the world of Franklin (my ipod) and forget I have it with me. Until then, I call this series of photos "At the Window with Lugsy".

This blog entry has absolutely no flow, or theme... hmmmm... oh well.

I'm going to go lay on my bed and moan as I curl up in the fetal position. Good night.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

"Obviously it makes you a better person to say that another person was never a person."


So yeah... Amber just came up with this, um, brilliant quote, and then we sat on the floor puzzled, trying to figure out what it meant. (No, Amber didn't know... never mind that she is the one that said it...) Anyways... Any ideas?

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

"So when you ask 'Is something wrong?' I think you're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now..."


I didn't end up doing anything Fourth-of-July-ish. I worked the night shift and some of my coworkers invited me out, but I just wasn't in the "going out" kind of mood. So i didn't. Maybe that makes me a lame-o. Oh well. Luckily I'm a hard sleeper, so the explosions that I'm sure were going off well into the night/morning didn't keep me up at all.

I got to see Drew and Emily the other day, which is always good. Drew and I went and had dinner at a Mexican place up the street, and then Emily met us there when we were done and the three of us came back to my place and lounged on my bed (which Emily refers to as the "Softest place in all of Seattle") and the we caught up on stuff. It was very mellow and relaxing, which was nice.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

"Do you ever wonder... just... what's going to happen to all of us?"


Amber and I had quality poodle-time today. We got up this morning and went to the Unitarian Church that we attend from time to time. The service was actually really interesting. It was about a community of Women in India. Amber and I both ended up crying, which isn't terribly shocking. Then we went to Shari's and had oodles of fun, as we always do when we go to Shari's. We had lots and lots of food, and I felt pretty sick for a good hour afterwards, but the stuffed hashbrowns that I had were worth the pain.

Then we went to Jo-Ann fabrics and bought crayons so we could be the artistic poodles that we pride ourselves on being. Then we came back to my place and we brought my computer out into the living room and colored and watched the Season 2 finale of LOST. And then we talked for a long time about the show and what we think is going on (and if you watch the show then you understand why that is a very important thing to discuss) and that spurred a conversation about life in general. Like, where the HELL did June go? And thinking back to the 4th of July last year, and good LORD was that only a year ago? And talking about all of life's little twists and turns and how insane life gets, out of nowhere. We were getting all deep in thought and stuff. Watching too much LOST can do that to you I guess, but that's just one of the reasons that it is so great.

Friday, June 30, 2006

"Now I know the fairies that I've seen were dust in the sunbeams, and a promise as real as a dream..."

-Misty River