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Ghost Season

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 15:57:01 -0500

I always forget the February is ghost season. The time when all the seeds longlosts have planted start to sprout. My crop of perenniels. I don't know why the ghost crop comes in February, but it is true every year. Every February my cycle of dreams plays host to ghosts. Especially his ghost. My Banquo. To mix metaphors. Banquo often covers... Read More

father fixations

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 17:00:43 -0500

When a girl doesn't have a father figure, she fantasizes about various substitues. Some of the men I fixated on as a child were: the original male cast of Saturday Night Live Steve Martin--funky Tut Chevy Chase--daddy Griswold John Belushi--Samurai Papa? Bill Murray--wry, sweet, could dispatch scary ghosts I am still in love with Bill Murr... Read More

lighting schemes

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 13:23:04 -0500

"when you are unhappy in love you forget to turn the oven on." -some old french fart in "Sabrina" Forget about turning the oven on. My pilot's not even lit. That's the problem with these gas models. Anybody got a match? If only I were electric. I used to be an Easybake--all I needed was a lightbulb and I'd be cookin'. No lightbulb... Read More

black dawn

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 12:28:42 -0500

In a pivotal moment in"My Dinner with Andre", Wallace Shawn defined happiness as "waking up and finding that the cold cup of coffee you left out the night before doesn't have a roach in it, so you sit down and you drink the sludge". Wallace Shawn may be even more depressed than I am. This morning the smell of whiskey and coke pervaded my be... Read More

time for a change

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 00:06:28 -0500

There's something about putting on a fresh pair of panties that just turns everything around. Nice and toasty. ... Read More

I need to brush my teeth

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 23:59:08 -0500

:P I missed every bus and hit every stoplight today. I walked all the way home in thin soled shoes. My reflection in the piss puddles looked haggard. I drank too much water and peed my pants a little before I made it home. I had the wrong keys. It reminded me of the time I lost control at Disneyland, just outside Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. ... Read More