She thought…
Love, fix me some pancakes.
Love, walk me through flower gardens.
Love, fold the towels the way I like them.
Love, you’re stepping on my pinky toe.
She said…
in that reminiscent way, while the boys did lines of coke off their car keys
(cola was only in the MIXED drinks). And the girls played Double-Dutch on the backsides of humanity (don’t skip a beat).
Foursquareturnedisoscelesaround.
She wondered…
What single celled organism defines me:
Damn. This Euglena just bitch-slapped your counterproductive, (flagella’s got a brand new puppet).
Rock like igneous (as she used to say).
Strings detached.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Terms of endearment my exes have called me (in no particular order):
Peanut
Baby
Darling
Sweetheart
sweetie
Seagull
humming Zipporah
alephkaminski
Booboo
Aleph
Lady
gull
Hummingbird
Alphababy
Love lump
Alphantasy
Honeypie
Alphabooboo
mon petite fleur
caramel drop
coffee bean
black butterfly
flubber
Most of these were from e-mail headings. The ones in italics were what I was called on the regular.
Interesting stuff, huh? I was having a good time thinking of all of them. I’ll have to see if I remember any others. Anyone have any fun ones to add to the list?
Peanut
Baby
Darling
Sweetheart
sweetie
Seagull
humming Zipporah
alephkaminski
Booboo
Aleph
Lady
gull
Hummingbird
Alphababy
Love lump
Alphantasy
Honeypie
Alphabooboo
mon petite fleur
caramel drop
coffee bean
black butterfly
flubber
Most of these were from e-mail headings. The ones in italics were what I was called on the regular.
Interesting stuff, huh? I was having a good time thinking of all of them. I’ll have to see if I remember any others. Anyone have any fun ones to add to the list?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Just in case you didn’t know… here’s what I think:
ON abortion… pro-choice with restrictions: I think everyone’s entitled to a few drunken mishaps with the next-door neighbor without having to raise a child as a consequence.
Once…shame on you.
Twice… let’s try sucking your body through a vacuum and see how you like it.
Three times… keep the baby, kill yourself.
ON race issues… I lock my doors when I drive in my car alone in East LA, but not in Beverly Hills… that about sums it up.
ON religion… I choose to believe there is something (sOmEoNe) ANYTHING out there in the great abyss we call the universe, that I can’t quite comprehend, nor do I try. I enjoy thinking that something is beyond my level of conversance. Choosing to believe is a lot different than stating “I do believe”. You do the math.
ON gays/lesbians… I could care less where you choose to stick your dick or your tits. As for me, I’m pro-dicks (sorry ladies).
ON death… I love life and its entire splendor. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I fear death, but more the non-living aspect of it. I’d choose to live on this earth for a very long time if I could (not quite immortal but at least until 400 years of age). If my time here is shorter than I desire, I’ve lived a full wonderful existence up until this point.
ON love… love. love. love. love. love. stop untying my shoelaces.
ON illegal immigration reform… I support it. We need change. As liberal as I seem, I think it’s about time the US regulates who comes in and out of our borders. I do think there needs to be some ameliorations in the Work-Visa program and with the Application process to become a citizen, but as for all those who came in “illegally”… kick em’ out until we have it sorted out. As controversial as it may seem, I say we give all the jobs that “nobody in America will do” to the welfare mongers stealing my tax dollars (a bit conservative, wouldn’t you say?)
So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it… how about you?
ON abortion… pro-choice with restrictions: I think everyone’s entitled to a few drunken mishaps with the next-door neighbor without having to raise a child as a consequence.
Once…shame on you.
Twice… let’s try sucking your body through a vacuum and see how you like it.
Three times… keep the baby, kill yourself.
ON race issues… I lock my doors when I drive in my car alone in East LA, but not in Beverly Hills… that about sums it up.
ON religion… I choose to believe there is something (sOmEoNe) ANYTHING out there in the great abyss we call the universe, that I can’t quite comprehend, nor do I try. I enjoy thinking that something is beyond my level of conversance. Choosing to believe is a lot different than stating “I do believe”. You do the math.
ON gays/lesbians… I could care less where you choose to stick your dick or your tits. As for me, I’m pro-dicks (sorry ladies).
ON death… I love life and its entire splendor. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I fear death, but more the non-living aspect of it. I’d choose to live on this earth for a very long time if I could (not quite immortal but at least until 400 years of age). If my time here is shorter than I desire, I’ve lived a full wonderful existence up until this point.
ON love… love. love. love. love. love. stop untying my shoelaces.
ON illegal immigration reform… I support it. We need change. As liberal as I seem, I think it’s about time the US regulates who comes in and out of our borders. I do think there needs to be some ameliorations in the Work-Visa program and with the Application process to become a citizen, but as for all those who came in “illegally”… kick em’ out until we have it sorted out. As controversial as it may seem, I say we give all the jobs that “nobody in America will do” to the welfare mongers stealing my tax dollars (a bit conservative, wouldn’t you say?)
So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it… how about you?
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