Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Facebook...finally explained



The Jones vs. facebook fight is long over, but this can't be passed up.

OK, now it's over.

Monday, September 28, 2009

TV



Every little thing about this picture cracks me up.

q. "...hottest rock photos, crazy meet-ups and scorching live shots!" OH MY GOD!
j. These guys have no idea who Thurston Moore is. They weren't even born yet when Sonic Youth finally signed with a major.
s. "Thurston...is the meat in a gossip boy sandwich?!" SOUNDS DIVINE! I DON'T EAT BREAD!
l. Never seen the show. Will now.
x. "Photograph courtesy of Thurston Moore." Did he get this picture taken for his teenage daughter? "How Embarrassing DAD!!"

Friday, September 18, 2009

What could have been



guy just sent me this picture. it makes me sad and wistful. this picture would have been my bio-dad, my mom and me.

if he hadn't been a drunk.

instead, this became my life:

Monday, September 14, 2009

Mourning Jim



He's gone.

guy tells me this. he doesn't want to. i answer the phone irritated. i have just gotten out of a therapy session that sucked balls and then i get in my car and i call guy because he told me to when i was done. i have attitude. he says he doesn't need it, just called to see how i'm doing. i tell him it sounded like he had something to say, please say it.

"i have bad news, lou."

(shit) WHAT?

"jim carroll died."

the tears hit the back of my lids, hot and ready. i watch them drip into my jeans and soak up immediately. i am silent. i am silently crying and watching the tears drip.

"...how"

"heart attack."

i hang up and put my head in my hands and bawl for all that is lost when the world loses an angel.

it is the most painful thing.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Twin Tower Ghost


in light of my new attitude-effort to be more positive, i find these beautiful photos by my favorite writer, Augusten Burroughs, very inspiring.

you must check them out. i had no idea. did you? other people not from new york city?

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Gift dilemma produces joke, makes depressed girl almost smile

looking for a gift for a mom who's turning 40. known her a long time, we used to be friends...since we were 15. not so close anymore...i want to give her something nice, but nothing handmade by me. we're just not in each other's lives enough for that.

then i thought, "mother's little helper." what if i gave her a pillbox with some valium in it and had "mother's little helper" engraved on the top?

and i found this in my search.



"I used to care, but now I have a pill for that."

but that would be a gift for me.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Bank Meltdown



the bank. who likes the bank? no one probably...but some don't mind it as much as me. almost anything having to do with the bank...gives me total meltdown. this includes: screaming, yelling, talking very loudly...pacing, panic, anxiety and desire to pull out hair.

why? well, the bank is an institution and they speak a different language than humans, yet humans are expected to understand this language and follow the rules with no exceptions upon birth of said human.

for instance. does anyone have any idea why some of these numbers are red, why others are not and what each of them means? why are some in parentheses? why are others not? there are no pluses or minuses to tell me if they're different other than their color. can anyone tell me? because i have no idea. and that makes me insane. and scream, and yell and talk very loudly to no avail barring criticism for not understanding, and punishment for not understanding quick enough ($30 each time i don't understand in time).

the bank. always been a thorn.