So, there’s this boy, right… and you know there is danger whenever Alpha The Great starts out like that, but our humble narrator can’t seem to keep Muse quiet.
Suddenly, falling in life with like is better than tripping on love with living.
And by love: I mean two squares shooting rubber bands at the moon’s freckles.
So, she digs him, right. And she usually loves to like, but liking never felt so…
Mesh like bag
Jet like lag
Cough like gag
Diminishing.
Muse, pour me a cup of tea with honey, it’s going to be a long night.
Some
Times
Eccentricity
Vindicates
Everything
And she’s the Queen of the Antonym of Normality’s Overbite…again
Monday, November 01, 2004
Monday, October 25, 2004
Alpha The Great’s three week anniversary. Hm… ‘Twas only 21 days ago that I made the transition from New York (abdomen of coolness) to California (object of my desire).
A Celebration.
So I’m at the crux of this novel called, “Alpha’s Existence” and it feels like cherry blossoms dancing on my eyelashes. New job, new life, new…it’s that old New & Improved variety of advertising that has befallen my subsistence.
Perhaps it’s that Sylvia Plath book I’m reading, or maybe that movie about the guy called Mediocrity, but for some reason my coffee this morning tastes sweeter than it ever did in New York (thorn in my side).
I’m alone out here, ya know.
And by alone, I mean surrounded by hype.
And by alone, I mean bounded by types.
And by alone, I mean encircled by…
It seems that Muse is brewing a pot of Mull Over stew. She’s hungry. We’re similar, you know. Muse & I, that is.
So let’s see where this leads, better yet, let’s see where I take it.
Life’s pension plan just funded Seclusion’s wedding.
Billowing silhouettes of unadulterated “being” captivate me once again. Like a straw hat made out of memories. It’s too much.
A Celebration.
So I’m at the crux of this novel called, “Alpha’s Existence” and it feels like cherry blossoms dancing on my eyelashes. New job, new life, new…it’s that old New & Improved variety of advertising that has befallen my subsistence.
Perhaps it’s that Sylvia Plath book I’m reading, or maybe that movie about the guy called Mediocrity, but for some reason my coffee this morning tastes sweeter than it ever did in New York (thorn in my side).
I’m alone out here, ya know.
And by alone, I mean surrounded by hype.
And by alone, I mean bounded by types.
And by alone, I mean encircled by…
It seems that Muse is brewing a pot of Mull Over stew. She’s hungry. We’re similar, you know. Muse & I, that is.
So let’s see where this leads, better yet, let’s see where I take it.
Life’s pension plan just funded Seclusion’s wedding.
Billowing silhouettes of unadulterated “being” captivate me once again. Like a straw hat made out of memories. It’s too much.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Monday, September 27, 2004
To the guy sitting in the next cubicle at work,
Please stop printing out the words of wisdom, quotes, words of encouragement, etc. and giving them to me. My desk is getting cluttered, and I refuse to hang up those retarded sayings and stories. The little poems and ditties you thrust upon me usually suck, are repetitive, and are things that everyone should have instilled in their being without reading them.
That binder you keep that includes inspirational stories and whatnot is fine if you want to reference it every once in while… but everyday? Don’t you think that is a bit excessive? I mean, if you have to remind yourself everyday that “YOU ARE SPECIAL” or “YOU ARE NOT THE MONEY YOU MAKE” or “THINK POSITIVE TODAY,” then maybe you should just throw in the towel, and give into pessimistic viewpoints.
I wouldn’t even say anything, as I am not one to judge, but the fact that you print out a copy for me nearly everyday and put it on my desk, and say, “Look how enlightening this one is,” leads me to my final plea. YOU ARE WASTING PAPER. I come in to work everyday with a smile on my face, and I don’t have to look into any binder to put it there, or at some ranting about having ‘good habits’.
I feel sad for you, fellow worker-bee.
P.S. And for the UMPTEENTH time, I do not want to purchase Pre-Paid Legal Services, NOR do I want to attend a seminar on how to manage my money.
Sincerely,
GirlWithTheTanSkinSmiling
Please stop printing out the words of wisdom, quotes, words of encouragement, etc. and giving them to me. My desk is getting cluttered, and I refuse to hang up those retarded sayings and stories. The little poems and ditties you thrust upon me usually suck, are repetitive, and are things that everyone should have instilled in their being without reading them.
That binder you keep that includes inspirational stories and whatnot is fine if you want to reference it every once in while… but everyday? Don’t you think that is a bit excessive? I mean, if you have to remind yourself everyday that “YOU ARE SPECIAL” or “YOU ARE NOT THE MONEY YOU MAKE” or “THINK POSITIVE TODAY,” then maybe you should just throw in the towel, and give into pessimistic viewpoints.
I wouldn’t even say anything, as I am not one to judge, but the fact that you print out a copy for me nearly everyday and put it on my desk, and say, “Look how enlightening this one is,” leads me to my final plea. YOU ARE WASTING PAPER. I come in to work everyday with a smile on my face, and I don’t have to look into any binder to put it there, or at some ranting about having ‘good habits’.
I feel sad for you, fellow worker-bee.
P.S. And for the UMPTEENTH time, I do not want to purchase Pre-Paid Legal Services, NOR do I want to attend a seminar on how to manage my money.
Sincerely,
GirlWithTheTanSkinSmiling
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Monday, September 20, 2004
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
New York,
My part time lover in this one night-standing… room only
Abdomen of coolness
Thorn in my side
I’ll miss you.
New York,
Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
Several times over… cast
New York… invisible girl returns
She’s gawking
She’s walking
Non Penetrate able
She misses.
Ode to the one I love
And loathe
I’m listless.
You left me here alone.
Do me a favor; blow out my candles, New York.
Lights out
Towers down
Transit strikes
Protest rights
I was there to hold your hand, New York.
I must bid adieu…
Curtain subsides, my final number.
Monoglyceride of my soul
Nadir of my being
Tempestuous storm cloud of my laugh
The city of ardor, the city that abhors… I’m your homeless veteran.
Reconcile me.
Just like my old keyboard… ENTER = RETURN
Maybe next year.
Farewell, or shall I say. Fair…well?
New York, spit on my face, so that I won’t miss you so.
My part time lover in this one night-standing… room only
Abdomen of coolness
Thorn in my side
I’ll miss you.
New York,
Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
Several times over… cast
New York… invisible girl returns
She’s gawking
She’s walking
Non Penetrate able
She misses.
Ode to the one I love
And loathe
I’m listless.
You left me here alone.
Do me a favor; blow out my candles, New York.
Lights out
Towers down
Transit strikes
Protest rights
I was there to hold your hand, New York.
I must bid adieu…
Curtain subsides, my final number.
Monoglyceride of my soul
Nadir of my being
Tempestuous storm cloud of my laugh
The city of ardor, the city that abhors… I’m your homeless veteran.
Reconcile me.
Just like my old keyboard… ENTER = RETURN
Maybe next year.
Farewell, or shall I say. Fair…well?
New York, spit on my face, so that I won’t miss you so.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Here's a post from an old friend... read her blog, I dig it:
http://brynasoutlet.blogspot.com/
Saturday, June 26, 2004
I recently switched jobs, so it's been a while since I wrote last. (plus I didn't have anything to complain about!)PROTESTERS!Please wake up and smell the coffee... Protests are definitely the lamest way to get your point across. Protesters have some novel ways to do these things... none of which are effective.
One- The Anytown USA, stand on street corners and hold banners. Wow. This is the best you can come up with? The only people that are going to see it are the everyday people who have seen you protest every week. Wait, let me rephrase that. Every-good-weather-week protest. Wait, let me rephrase that. Every-good-weather-only-on-the-weekends protest.
Two- The New York City protests. Hundreds of people banning together to protest every political whatever that is going on. This is great! One of my favorites. Ban together to make New Yorkers angrier because now they have designated streets they can't drive on because of your precious protest! More traffic created because of a protest. Point well taken!
Three- The Washington, D.C. Protest. Hundreds of Thousands of people banning together to get your point across. This may be the only one that makes it onto the news so, one small step for man... one large leap for the banner that has an x through George Bush's face with a whitty line above it...
All in all, what I am saying here is "What good does it do?" The head of the military never said, "Turn around the troops guys. There's hundreds of people causing traffic in NYC by laying on the street!" or "You're right... let's solve this anti/for abortion situation right now. The one millionth protest just happened in Anytown, USA!" So, don't waste your time. Come up with something that has credibility, write to the senator, come up with an actual solution or at least some ideas, or just stay home.
http://brynasoutlet.blogspot.com/
Saturday, June 26, 2004
I recently switched jobs, so it's been a while since I wrote last. (plus I didn't have anything to complain about!)PROTESTERS!Please wake up and smell the coffee... Protests are definitely the lamest way to get your point across. Protesters have some novel ways to do these things... none of which are effective.
One- The Anytown USA, stand on street corners and hold banners. Wow. This is the best you can come up with? The only people that are going to see it are the everyday people who have seen you protest every week. Wait, let me rephrase that. Every-good-weather-week protest. Wait, let me rephrase that. Every-good-weather-only-on-the-weekends protest.
Two- The New York City protests. Hundreds of people banning together to protest every political whatever that is going on. This is great! One of my favorites. Ban together to make New Yorkers angrier because now they have designated streets they can't drive on because of your precious protest! More traffic created because of a protest. Point well taken!
Three- The Washington, D.C. Protest. Hundreds of Thousands of people banning together to get your point across. This may be the only one that makes it onto the news so, one small step for man... one large leap for the banner that has an x through George Bush's face with a whitty line above it...
All in all, what I am saying here is "What good does it do?" The head of the military never said, "Turn around the troops guys. There's hundreds of people causing traffic in NYC by laying on the street!" or "You're right... let's solve this anti/for abortion situation right now. The one millionth protest just happened in Anytown, USA!" So, don't waste your time. Come up with something that has credibility, write to the senator, come up with an actual solution or at least some ideas, or just stay home.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
10:31 pm, I turn on the nightly news, channel 5. Topic: The aftermath of Florida’s hurricane. To my utter disgust, the discussion at hand is not about the individuals who lost their lives. It’s not about how many people lost their homes, their memories, their livelihood. It’s not about how we can volunteer our time or money to help victims. What are they discussing, you ask? (pan camera left to newscaster)
Newscaster: “Is it true that J-Lo lost her boat.”
HER FUCKING BOAT. Welcome to THEUNITEDSTATESOFFUCKINGAMERICA
Will somebody please wake me up from this nightmare… folks, I think we’ve reached an all-time low point in history. Excuse me while I vomit on my television set.
Newscaster: “Is it true that J-Lo lost her boat.”
HER FUCKING BOAT. Welcome to THEUNITEDSTATESOFFUCKINGAMERICA
Will somebody please wake me up from this nightmare… folks, I think we’ve reached an all-time low point in history. Excuse me while I vomit on my television set.
Two things you NEVER want to hear when you are sunbathing at the community pool, “Hey, I bet I can guess your weight,” and “I bet you weigh a lot more than you look.”
Yeah, so this goes down in the Why Do I Attract Such Strange People archives. I’m sunning at the pool, reading the book of the day (She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb) and this jolly looking red-haired old man taps me on the shoulder. I look up from my reading bliss and the man standing before me apologizes for bothering me, and says he noticed me getting out of the pool, and wanted to guess my weight. He explained that he used to guess peoples ages and weights for a living at an amusement park, and I am the type of person he can never really guess correctly.
Hm. I looked deep into his eyes, searching for a hint of psychopath or a tad of pervert. His eyes read “genuine.” I am sure he just wanted someone to talk to anyway, an analgesic to soothe the bighting pain that life sometimes emits. I bet people never give him the time of day, unsightly looking man that he was. Pudgy eye sockets and patches of sparse fiery red hair (SEE ALSO: the antitheses of clown; CARBON COPY: WifeLeftHimUnemployedJustTryingToSurvive).
So, he asked me if I minded if he guesses my weight. Being a person who finds herself mixed up in the weirdest situations imaginable, of course I go along with this man’s pleas
After an awkward moment of him gawking at my bikini-clad body, he guesses 157. He missed the mark. In the industry, we would call this “failure” with a touch of “defeat”. I let him down gently, with the news. He laughed. I smiled. “See, what did I tell you, I always have a hard time with your type.” Isn’t that the truth (I think to myself)… and I continued reading.
Yeah, so this goes down in the Why Do I Attract Such Strange People archives. I’m sunning at the pool, reading the book of the day (She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb) and this jolly looking red-haired old man taps me on the shoulder. I look up from my reading bliss and the man standing before me apologizes for bothering me, and says he noticed me getting out of the pool, and wanted to guess my weight. He explained that he used to guess peoples ages and weights for a living at an amusement park, and I am the type of person he can never really guess correctly.
Hm. I looked deep into his eyes, searching for a hint of psychopath or a tad of pervert. His eyes read “genuine.” I am sure he just wanted someone to talk to anyway, an analgesic to soothe the bighting pain that life sometimes emits. I bet people never give him the time of day, unsightly looking man that he was. Pudgy eye sockets and patches of sparse fiery red hair (SEE ALSO: the antitheses of clown; CARBON COPY: WifeLeftHimUnemployedJustTryingToSurvive).
So, he asked me if I minded if he guesses my weight. Being a person who finds herself mixed up in the weirdest situations imaginable, of course I go along with this man’s pleas
After an awkward moment of him gawking at my bikini-clad body, he guesses 157. He missed the mark. In the industry, we would call this “failure” with a touch of “defeat”. I let him down gently, with the news. He laughed. I smiled. “See, what did I tell you, I always have a hard time with your type.” Isn’t that the truth (I think to myself)… and I continued reading.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
The war begins. Do you still want to go to the movies? How was that show you went to the other day? What’s that? You say that day salon gives the best massage
…keep me informed.
Women, men and children pillaged, suffering, raped of existence. Did Puffy Combs buy that new car? Did Ashton really wear that to the VMA’s? There are ten celebrities stuck on an island
… let me know what happens.
Chaos, death tolls, and innocent lives lost. Have you tried the Moo-shoo pork roll and the Caesar salad side? How much will that be? I need to go walk my dog
…fax me the information.
Three countries have just been bombed off the map. Does this bracelet come with a warranty? Are you still dating that guy? There is a fly in my coffee
… let me know how it turns out.
Our world will never exist as it has before. Are you going to eat that? Did you get a babysitter for Saturday night? That obese man who sued McDonalds just won his case
… send it to my email account.
Democracy eats its prey, dictatorship reigns supreme, United States strikes again. Did you want some fries with that? Did Whitney Houston really break up with Bobby? That cute little place on the east side is still open, let’s go
... call my cell phone.
Maybe that’s why they don’t like us. War. Wake up.
…keep me informed.
Women, men and children pillaged, suffering, raped of existence. Did Puffy Combs buy that new car? Did Ashton really wear that to the VMA’s? There are ten celebrities stuck on an island
… let me know what happens.
Chaos, death tolls, and innocent lives lost. Have you tried the Moo-shoo pork roll and the Caesar salad side? How much will that be? I need to go walk my dog
…fax me the information.
Three countries have just been bombed off the map. Does this bracelet come with a warranty? Are you still dating that guy? There is a fly in my coffee
… let me know how it turns out.
Our world will never exist as it has before. Are you going to eat that? Did you get a babysitter for Saturday night? That obese man who sued McDonalds just won his case
… send it to my email account.
Democracy eats its prey, dictatorship reigns supreme, United States strikes again. Did you want some fries with that? Did Whitney Houston really break up with Bobby? That cute little place on the east side is still open, let’s go
... call my cell phone.
Maybe that’s why they don’t like us. War. Wake up.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
She made love with her words
Strange as they were
Copse of estrangement in her hair
Bellowing synonyms from her eyes
Gasping
Gaping
Scraping
The bottom of her soul, it leaked havoc
She’s never
And always
And sometimes
Thinking… don’t worry, it’s not a problem.
She reflects more in one second, than a lifetime dreams in an instant… coffee
Her muse beckons
Her heart reckons
Anything goes
Contrite doesn’t live in this house anymore,
She’s all aglow.
She reaps of elation
Her fingertips sew creation
Apathy's Envy was the name of her laugh.
Agate as a crimson diamond, and it’s all around her.
Life, that is.
She partakes…tag your it.
Strange as they were
Copse of estrangement in her hair
Bellowing synonyms from her eyes
Gasping
Gaping
Scraping
The bottom of her soul, it leaked havoc
She’s never
And always
And sometimes
Thinking… don’t worry, it’s not a problem.
She reflects more in one second, than a lifetime dreams in an instant… coffee
Her muse beckons
Her heart reckons
Anything goes
Contrite doesn’t live in this house anymore,
She’s all aglow.
She reaps of elation
Her fingertips sew creation
Apathy's Envy was the name of her laugh.
Agate as a crimson diamond, and it’s all around her.
Life, that is.
She partakes…tag your it.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
New York, thorn in my side
New York, the bane of my existence.
And I thought, this is not me.
He spoke.
I joked.
New York poked fun at us all.
Cosmic grind, better than dancing.
And tonight, I used a lifeline.
Never.
New York, you owe me.
New York, your men are…
Help. I gotta get outta this place.
The game of me
The life of me
The point of me
And the Me Show was taking place again.
Maybe I don’t want to talk about past
Or present
Or future… maybe you should just talk.
Tell ME
Guide ME
Snide ME
But you didn’t
And I droned on and on and on and on and on
Then the night was over.
New York, the bane of my existence.
And I thought, this is not me.
He spoke.
I joked.
New York poked fun at us all.
Cosmic grind, better than dancing.
And tonight, I used a lifeline.
Never.
New York, you owe me.
New York, your men are…
Help. I gotta get outta this place.
The game of me
The life of me
The point of me
And the Me Show was taking place again.
Maybe I don’t want to talk about past
Or present
Or future… maybe you should just talk.
Tell ME
Guide ME
Snide ME
But you didn’t
And I droned on and on and on and on and on
Then the night was over.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Let’s pretend I tip-toed through your garden, that’s what I did, I trampled on your green beans
I ate up all your carrots
I picked up stalks of celery.
No. The moments over.
But the tomatoes in your garden tasted sweet like… well you get the picture.
Or maybe your garden’s not ripe for plucking, yet.
I’ll run. I’ll gallivant. I’ll tango, on heads of lettuce the size of Post-it Notes
Sticky, like failure.
You see my point, don’t you? It’s at the end of this sentence.
Period.
I ate up all your carrots
I picked up stalks of celery.
No. The moments over.
But the tomatoes in your garden tasted sweet like… well you get the picture.
Or maybe your garden’s not ripe for plucking, yet.
I’ll run. I’ll gallivant. I’ll tango, on heads of lettuce the size of Post-it Notes
Sticky, like failure.
You see my point, don’t you? It’s at the end of this sentence.
Period.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Thursday, August 05, 2004
She stumbled in, still half drunk from her late night rendezvous with Mr. Soandso… he calls again. You know, for a second there she wondered how she could ever leave this place. She wondered if any place on earth existed outside of New York (like that polka dot dress she saw in the window). For a moment she pondered sitting down on the beach, but the vacation in her mind was a bit more pleasant. You know she used to love to love. Now she loathes, she’s a man eater. Nothing is bliss. All is status quo. And she likes to pretend your interesting for just a moment as she sits beside you in the café, listening to you rattle on about this stock, or that fund. SHE DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT. She’s unchanging (like that old record she used to play).
So, for a second, you enthralled her, she led you to believe. For a minute, you captivated her smile. For an hour you bewildered her with your never-ending wit. Banter she throws, but remorse she shows. She despises you. And your fancy car, and your huge apartment overlooking that oh so cute coffee shop down the street with the big yellow door. You know she’s not into you, or your money, or your…she’s planning.
Captivate.
She’s a stranger (like you saw her in a dreamscape).
She hides…
So, for a second, you enthralled her, she led you to believe. For a minute, you captivated her smile. For an hour you bewildered her with your never-ending wit. Banter she throws, but remorse she shows. She despises you. And your fancy car, and your huge apartment overlooking that oh so cute coffee shop down the street with the big yellow door. You know she’s not into you, or your money, or your…she’s planning.
Captivate.
She’s a stranger (like you saw her in a dreamscape).
She hides…
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Where to begin? Well life has certainly been exciting these past couple of weeks. I just returned from Los Angeles.
FACT: I have officially moved up to “groupie” status… what happens in LA, stays in LA… Tim McGraw concert, backstage, foot-rubs…um, that band has been Alphatized!!!
FACT: LA and I have formed a scandalous love affair, it’s deliciously sinful
FACT: Um, when I was in In & Out Burger, a woman thought I was some sort of celebrity and proceeded to take my picture, which caused onlookers to think I was “somebody” too… hm… WHERE’S MY BODYGUARD WHEN I NEED HIM!
LIE: The boys in LA are really manly
So let’s chat, it’s been a while. Work is grand, Love takes a stand, Life falls like sand… grains. Today is my birthday (well, one of them at least… to make a long story short: my parents don’t know when I was born, could be July 27th, could be July 29th) that’s the way they do things on Mars. All is uncertainty. My LA vacation was filled with Entertainment Executives, beachfront views, and my soul mate (who happens to be a 70 year old gay man).
There are numerous adventures to speak of during my CA trip, the highlights:
Girl meets lots of “weird” guys
Girl decides to pick up her life and move to LA in September
Girl randomly meets someone she knows from New York whilst jogging in Venice Beach at 9am
Girl visit USC campus and decides UCLA is the way to go
Girl with the REALLY tan skin, smiling
Did I mention, I am moving to West Hollywood?
Did I mention, I will most likely do a cross-country drive (who’s coming with me?)
Did I mention, that life is grander than love will ever be?
So I’m on this new journey, and the recipe calls for ½ cup of Alpha-Flower, with a touch of anti-nepotism, a smidgen of pro-narcissus, stir in a pool of me… let it ferment.
More to come when I have time to breath. Westchesterites… check me out tonight at Cold Stone Creamery in Scarsdale where I will be telling people about the Make-A-Wish Foundation (did I mention FREE ICE CREAM!)
FACT: I have officially moved up to “groupie” status… what happens in LA, stays in LA… Tim McGraw concert, backstage, foot-rubs…um, that band has been Alphatized!!!
FACT: LA and I have formed a scandalous love affair, it’s deliciously sinful
FACT: Um, when I was in In & Out Burger, a woman thought I was some sort of celebrity and proceeded to take my picture, which caused onlookers to think I was “somebody” too… hm… WHERE’S MY BODYGUARD WHEN I NEED HIM!
LIE: The boys in LA are really manly
So let’s chat, it’s been a while. Work is grand, Love takes a stand, Life falls like sand… grains. Today is my birthday (well, one of them at least… to make a long story short: my parents don’t know when I was born, could be July 27th, could be July 29th) that’s the way they do things on Mars. All is uncertainty. My LA vacation was filled with Entertainment Executives, beachfront views, and my soul mate (who happens to be a 70 year old gay man).
There are numerous adventures to speak of during my CA trip, the highlights:
Girl meets lots of “weird” guys
Girl decides to pick up her life and move to LA in September
Girl randomly meets someone she knows from New York whilst jogging in Venice Beach at 9am
Girl visit USC campus and decides UCLA is the way to go
Girl with the REALLY tan skin, smiling
Did I mention, I am moving to West Hollywood?
Did I mention, I will most likely do a cross-country drive (who’s coming with me?)
Did I mention, that life is grander than love will ever be?
So I’m on this new journey, and the recipe calls for ½ cup of Alpha-Flower, with a touch of anti-nepotism, a smidgen of pro-narcissus, stir in a pool of me… let it ferment.
More to come when I have time to breath. Westchesterites… check me out tonight at Cold Stone Creamery in Scarsdale where I will be telling people about the Make-A-Wish Foundation (did I mention FREE ICE CREAM!)
Sunday, July 11, 2004
AND NOW THIS...
As if my lack of support for SatanIncarnate (aka George Bush I & II) could grow any stronger, here's some think-tank information sure to make you cringe:
Mental Health Commission
Bush to Screen Population for Mental Illness
APA Members Address President Bush's Mental Health Commission
Bush to call for parity in mental health coverage
Um, 'scuse me, Mr. B... why don't you be the first to try out some of these newly un-tested mind-altering substances?
dRaW yOuR oWn CoNcLuSiOnS
P.S. Can I have a serving of "corrupt" and "greed" with that article?
As if my lack of support for SatanIncarnate (aka George Bush I & II) could grow any stronger, here's some think-tank information sure to make you cringe:
Mental Health Commission
Bush to Screen Population for Mental Illness
APA Members Address President Bush's Mental Health Commission
Bush to call for parity in mental health coverage
Um, 'scuse me, Mr. B... why don't you be the first to try out some of these newly un-tested mind-altering substances?
dRaW yOuR oWn CoNcLuSiOnS
P.S. Can I have a serving of "corrupt" and "greed" with that article?
Friday, July 09, 2004
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Hey there party-people it has been a while. I’m quite busy at the moment, but here’s an update:
I’m Reading:
From the Teeth of Angels – Jonathan Carroll
I’m Listening To:
Queen Greatest Hits I II & III
I’m Doing:
Helping a friend start a business
Helping a friend get ready for grad school
Getting myself ready for grad school
Going to California on July 21st on vacation
Looking for a new apartment/slash new location to exist
I’m Thinking:
Life is TOO good right now, you ever feel like that? Like you are the luckiest person in the world because you’ve been blessed so much?
I’m Eating:
Less than 1200 calories a day (SEE ALSO: Alpha Loses 10 lbs!!!)
What Rocked:
Fahrenheit 9-11
Dodgeball
What Didn’t Rock:
Going to the Emergency Room on Saturday due to complications from a root canal
P.S. Did I mention my birthdays are on July 27th and July 29th?
Alpha The Great = 1/4 of a century years old soon. Sheesh.
I’m Reading:
From the Teeth of Angels – Jonathan Carroll
I’m Listening To:
Queen Greatest Hits I II & III
I’m Doing:
Helping a friend start a business
Helping a friend get ready for grad school
Getting myself ready for grad school
Going to California on July 21st on vacation
Looking for a new apartment/slash new location to exist
I’m Thinking:
Life is TOO good right now, you ever feel like that? Like you are the luckiest person in the world because you’ve been blessed so much?
I’m Eating:
Less than 1200 calories a day (SEE ALSO: Alpha Loses 10 lbs!!!)
What Rocked:
Fahrenheit 9-11
Dodgeball
What Didn’t Rock:
Going to the Emergency Room on Saturday due to complications from a root canal
P.S. Did I mention my birthdays are on July 27th and July 29th?
Alpha The Great = 1/4 of a century years old soon. Sheesh.
Friday, June 18, 2004
So, I am reading Trump’s new book, “How to Get Rich,”… and I’m not impressed. I’m thinking, here’s a guy that is worth billions of dollars, and the book is written on the reading level of an elementary school student. I have two words for you Donald… SPELL CHECK.
Page 217, 2 errors, page 220, 1 error… that is 3 errors too many in Alpha Land. Don’t get me wrong, I am prone to spelling and grammatical errors myself, but then again, I’m not worth billions of dollars (um, well unless of course you weigh in my charming wit and sparkling personality).
The Audience should know that there is great joy in finding spelling and grammatical errors in the books one reads. Trump’s book was a breeze-read requiring all of 2 hours of my time… don’t get me wrong, I respect The Donald for building his real estate empire, but his book was the worst form of public masturbation I have ever seen.
I am The Donald (stroke yourself)
I am worth billions (stroke yourself)
My buildings are superior to any other structure ever built (stroke yourself)
I get it, Trumpster, your message was received loud and clear.
On another note, the other day I am at the American Cancer Society Diamond Gala, volunteering of course, and Joe Namath (apparently some football guru) comes into the volunteer food room, and I am all like “Hi, I’m Alpha, are you a volunteer too?” And Mr. Namath (whom I would like to refer to as Mr. Asshole), was like “NO,” along with an accompanying attitude and facial expression. So I’m all like, um, ok... (yeah, like I would recognize some jock whom I have never seen or heard of, I should’ve been like “Don’t you know who I am!!?”)
So, life has been a lot more than busy, and just about phenomenal. Muse (aka Alpha The Great) has been busy… but she wants you to know that she is taking a little trip to California in July… Los Angeles to be precise, so if you know anyone out that way, let me know… I’m always up for meeting new people.
Just Finished: Donald Trump “How To Get Rich”; Bernard Werber “Empire of the Ants”; Robin Cook “Mutation”
Currently Absorbing: Kaplan GRE Test Prep; Chuck Palahniuk “Stranger Than Fiction”; Robin Cook “Terminal”
Next on the list: Baigent, Leigh & Lincoln “Holy Blood Holy Grail”
I have a busy weekend ahead of me… life of a celebrity. How about you?
Page 217, 2 errors, page 220, 1 error… that is 3 errors too many in Alpha Land. Don’t get me wrong, I am prone to spelling and grammatical errors myself, but then again, I’m not worth billions of dollars (um, well unless of course you weigh in my charming wit and sparkling personality).
The Audience should know that there is great joy in finding spelling and grammatical errors in the books one reads. Trump’s book was a breeze-read requiring all of 2 hours of my time… don’t get me wrong, I respect The Donald for building his real estate empire, but his book was the worst form of public masturbation I have ever seen.
I am The Donald (stroke yourself)
I am worth billions (stroke yourself)
My buildings are superior to any other structure ever built (stroke yourself)
I get it, Trumpster, your message was received loud and clear.
On another note, the other day I am at the American Cancer Society Diamond Gala, volunteering of course, and Joe Namath (apparently some football guru) comes into the volunteer food room, and I am all like “Hi, I’m Alpha, are you a volunteer too?” And Mr. Namath (whom I would like to refer to as Mr. Asshole), was like “NO,” along with an accompanying attitude and facial expression. So I’m all like, um, ok... (yeah, like I would recognize some jock whom I have never seen or heard of, I should’ve been like “Don’t you know who I am!!?”)
So, life has been a lot more than busy, and just about phenomenal. Muse (aka Alpha The Great) has been busy… but she wants you to know that she is taking a little trip to California in July… Los Angeles to be precise, so if you know anyone out that way, let me know… I’m always up for meeting new people.
Just Finished: Donald Trump “How To Get Rich”; Bernard Werber “Empire of the Ants”; Robin Cook “Mutation”
Currently Absorbing: Kaplan GRE Test Prep; Chuck Palahniuk “Stranger Than Fiction”; Robin Cook “Terminal”
Next on the list: Baigent, Leigh & Lincoln “Holy Blood Holy Grail”
I have a busy weekend ahead of me… life of a celebrity. How about you?
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Friday, May 28, 2004
Monday, May 17, 2004
Thursday, May 13, 2004
This is your life
And it’s in that café
And it’s on its way
And it’s words that you say…leading
Greeting
Succeeding
Its end.
You pass by a star
It winks
You blink
It thinks
This is who you are.
And they tell you you’ll be something some day
Some
Day
Well, I’m something today.
TOO day.
And it’s in that book
And it’s all they took
And it’s in every nook
Life.
So you glance at it,
When you should be stowing it away
SORRY, NO MORE ROOM ON THIS CARGO SHIP
So it wastes
And it tastes
And it bastes
Life. So you let it go, and it shows…
catch.
Or else it depletes
You reap
It seeps
Life… it is.
Life… this is.
yours.
And it’s in that café
And it’s on its way
And it’s words that you say…leading
Greeting
Succeeding
Its end.
You pass by a star
It winks
You blink
It thinks
This is who you are.
And they tell you you’ll be something some day
Some
Day
Well, I’m something today.
TOO day.
And it’s in that book
And it’s all they took
And it’s in every nook
Life.
So you glance at it,
When you should be stowing it away
SORRY, NO MORE ROOM ON THIS CARGO SHIP
So it wastes
And it tastes
And it bastes
Life. So you let it go, and it shows…
catch.
Or else it depletes
You reap
It seeps
Life… it is.
Life… this is.
yours.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Ever conscious of the world beyond
Whistle she does
That old familiar song
Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
Tiptoeing through the cries of rose petals
Tethered feathers? Her eyes see more than twists.
An eyelash she bats, another one is out of the park,
Fly call
She’s dancing.
Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
One day someone will write about her
She’ll follow his dreams,
eScape her web address might read
wrong
view her, she’s on to Something
but Something is still looking for an agent.
Unscathed, she breathes another ocean…
but today she’s just the Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
Whistle she does
That old familiar song
Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
Tiptoeing through the cries of rose petals
Tethered feathers? Her eyes see more than twists.
An eyelash she bats, another one is out of the park,
Fly call
She’s dancing.
Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
One day someone will write about her
She’ll follow his dreams,
eScape her web address might read
wrong
view her, she’s on to Something
but Something is still looking for an agent.
Unscathed, she breathes another ocean…
but today she’s just the Girl with the tan skin, smiling.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
I took a walk
Or maybe a walk took me
The night zephyr rang
I followed
I wallowed
What is life?
That existence over there, yes, that one
I pinched a tree
To see if it was dreaming
It laughed.
A hundred rings, and still no one picks up
So I constantly contemplate
My lifeboat’s energy
Ships sail’s on sale, markdown
Dug out from the form, in my shape
Seedless. Endless. Bountiful.
In love with words, and pregnant with truth
Another trial run
Does this demo ever begin?
…and that’s what we call it.
Life left a message, too busy to take it? (dial tone)
Or maybe a walk took me
The night zephyr rang
I followed
I wallowed
What is life?
That existence over there, yes, that one
I pinched a tree
To see if it was dreaming
It laughed.
A hundred rings, and still no one picks up
So I constantly contemplate
My lifeboat’s energy
Ships sail’s on sale, markdown
Dug out from the form, in my shape
Seedless. Endless. Bountiful.
In love with words, and pregnant with truth
Another trial run
Does this demo ever begin?
…and that’s what we call it.
Life left a message, too busy to take it? (dial tone)
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