Monday, September 05, 2005

s'il vous plaît répondre So. It's been a heckuva long, emotional week of blogging. I went from the depths of my gut, all the way to the skies above. I wrote about things that made me laugh or smile, too, but mostly, I was pouring out the waves of concern and fear that were dominating my head and heart. This is good -- I don't mind it one bit. Although I would change the circumstances that stimulated my outpourings in a heartbeat if I could, I don't apologize for the way I walked through them. I'm still walking through them. And that's okay, too. I am learning grand lessons about what I believe and what I cherish, and those will stay with me forever. When I went to start a post tonight after packing my daily things in my hunter green leather bag for tomorrow (work papers, keys, MAC Lipgelee in Moistly, Bliss hand creme, hair elastics, wallet, music (this, this and this), Rosebud salve, photo wallet, David Sedaris book, copy of the New Yorker) I found myself lacking direction -- I wasn't sure what I wanted to say, or how to say it, or why I wanted to say anything at all. But you know why? It's because you guys make my day. Whether y'all respond in a tangible way or not, I am honoured that any of you even take the time to comb through my overlong, overwrought posts. But tonight I am tired and blank. So, as I do when I have nothing to say, I am calling on all of you to say something! I know you're out there, because you click on this URL, and some of you even comment and email me. But let's hear from everyone -- it's a comment-box questionnaire, and participation is mandatory! Here are the questions: 1. What is one thing you hope to accomplish today? 2. One person you hope to make feel loved by you today? 3. One girl's name and one boy's name that you absolutely love? 4. What was the last thing that brought you pure joy? 5. Your favourite season? 6. One thing you would rather not live without (we can live without a lot of things, but this is a preference question, not an absolute)? 7. What should I have included in my bag that I didn't think to bring? Thanks, kiddos one and all. 10:34:24 PM    build me up, buttercup... [] sense and insensibility. Long weekends totally disorient me. The week following always seems so abrupt, like being woken suddenly from a nap with an airhorn or a slap from a slightly-frozen fish. I wish I had a pet penguin. I think I could make him happy. Certainly I would never mock his waddle, and I'd wear black and white to make him feel at ease. But how at ease can you feel when you're short, round, and fall over a lot? Oh, wait...I think I already know the answer to that. I don't trust people that don't have any favourites in life. I can't imagine being that magnanimous or that malcontent. I wish I had a car that was powered by Kool-Aid -- one that would change the colour of the Kool-Aid you chose every time you filled it up. I think I'd fill it with Cherry Kool-Aid more often than not, but never, ever Sharkleberry Fin. So much can be accomplished by staring into space -- the more I do it, the more I find that my mind clears, and thoughts come one at a time, rather than fifty at a time. The only problem is when the one thought is something like, "Sky is blue" or "toe itchy". I'm not gonna save the world with that crap. I thought for about ten seconds that I was technologically astute, then I repeatedly typed 'giggle' instead of 'Google' into my URL line in Firefox today. Six or seven times. I kept wondering who stole Google, and if the world had suddenly slipped off its axis a little more, and then I realized it was just my mind that had slipped into space. On the other hand, I heard someone talking about the Port of Vancouver today, and I pictured a USB. I feel really badly for carbs and the bad reputation they've gotten from diet doctors and the media. I mean, they are often the sweetest, nicest things in the world, and yet we're told that they're BAD! BAD! It's like slapping your grandma when she offers you some pie. Sure, she's a little slow and heavy, but she's just trying to fill you up, for heaven's sakes! And PROtein just sounds arrogant! Is the correct pronunciation 'jujubes' or 'jujubees'? I'm confused by that more than I care to admit, but I can never bring myself to ask -- it seems like something I should already know. I spilled Hawaiian Tropic Oil at the beach once, and sure enough, a duck walked over and got stuck in it. But he got a sweet tan. 12:25:35 AM    build me up, buttercup... []

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