It would just be ducky if some swell fella who knows a choice bit of calico when he sees her, and thinks my bubs and gams are the cats meow, would spend a few clams taking me down to the gin mill for some giggle water! I haven't been good and splifflicated in a long time.
If he plays his cards right I'll tell him he's the bee's knees and plant some cash on his cheek. I might even let him spoon with me a little. But if he wants whoopee he's gonna have to pull out a handcuff!
SOMETHING TO GET EXCITED ABOUT!
Squeee!
And then wait. ..
And then wait. ..
EEK!
A POEM
STUPID MAN
Oh what a stupid man
He thought he was very clever
Pretending to throw all the gold away
And hiding all.the silver
He used every last bit of it up
And squandered his roll in clover
Then stubbornly stared at the emptiness
And swore it was what he wanted
Oh what a sad sad day
When the sunlight has gone away
Those blue eyes too blind to notice
And oh what a silent night
When all music has taken flight
And those ears are as deaf as a stone
Oh what a stupid man
he swears he meant no harm
Sweeping the signs under the rug
Says he never saw it coming
He carelessly wired his bomb
And the shrapnel flew all over
Then he stared right past the carnage
And claimed himself the victim
Oh what a sad sad day
When compassion has gone away
The damage might be everlasting
Oh the plight of a broken heart
That can't tell that it's blown apart
And will never again find a home
-LM 2015
He thought he was very clever
Pretending to throw all the gold away
And hiding all.the silver
He used every last bit of it up
And squandered his roll in clover
Then stubbornly stared at the emptiness
And swore it was what he wanted
Oh what a sad sad day
When the sunlight has gone away
Those blue eyes too blind to notice
And oh what a silent night
When all music has taken flight
And those ears are as deaf as a stone
Oh what a stupid man
he swears he meant no harm
Sweeping the signs under the rug
Says he never saw it coming
He carelessly wired his bomb
And the shrapnel flew all over
Then he stared right past the carnage
And claimed himself the victim
Oh what a sad sad day
When compassion has gone away
The damage might be everlasting
Oh the plight of a broken heart
That can't tell that it's blown apart
And will never again find a home
-LM 2015
A NOTE FROM FUTURE LORELEI.....
Dear Lorelei,
At least you got a lot of creative product out of your relationship with The King of the Land of Lies, The Josh or as you liked to call him (even more apt now) Josh Whedon. Oh what a piece of flaming garbage that man was, He did a lot of damage and you still carry shame for allowing yourself to get involved with him. Three years later you will still be wondering if you can trust anyone, especially yourself.
But it's ok. You are good on your own. Yes, you get lonely sometimes, but you are loved. You are rich in friends and you still have hope. Meanwhile, you are fairly confident that sack of shit is still miserable and he probably hasn't published anything either. Meanwhile, people actually read your writing and WANT you published. So take heart, past Lorelei. You learned.
Rock On,
Future You!
At least you got a lot of creative product out of your relationship with The King of the Land of Lies, The Josh or as you liked to call him (even more apt now) Josh Whedon. Oh what a piece of flaming garbage that man was, He did a lot of damage and you still carry shame for allowing yourself to get involved with him. Three years later you will still be wondering if you can trust anyone, especially yourself.
But it's ok. You are good on your own. Yes, you get lonely sometimes, but you are loved. You are rich in friends and you still have hope. Meanwhile, you are fairly confident that sack of shit is still miserable and he probably hasn't published anything either. Meanwhile, people actually read your writing and WANT you published. So take heart, past Lorelei. You learned.
Rock On,
Future You!
MEANWHILE DINNER
There's a really great book called, The Broke Diaries that a young woman wrote based on the blog she kept of how she managed to get through college with very little money. I totally relate. The writer's name is Angela Nissel.
Well, I am officially the Queen of Making Do. When I manage it right, by being creative and also being sedentary which is fine. I have no work and no gas money anyway, the one meal a day thing works.
Tonight I raided a bag of cooked shrimp in the freezer. I used the last of my savory pancake batter then made a shrimp, butter and sour cream sauce for the top. So good and I get a smidge of protein. Would have been perfect with broccoli but alas, no green veggies tonight.
Well, I am officially the Queen of Making Do. When I manage it right, by being creative and also being sedentary which is fine. I have no work and no gas money anyway, the one meal a day thing works.
Tonight I raided a bag of cooked shrimp in the freezer. I used the last of my savory pancake batter then made a shrimp, butter and sour cream sauce for the top. So good and I get a smidge of protein. Would have been perfect with broccoli but alas, no green veggies tonight.
MORE EXCITEMENT!
Devin Hunter suggested this show. After binging the first two seasons, I just watched the first episode of the new season of Orphan Black. Gah! Why do I do this to myself? evin hunter
When do I get my next dose of crack?
When do I get my next dose of crack?
She is really a terrific actress!
OMG and the dream sequence at the beginning and then the Babadook and then then oh just the convoluted everything! Aaaaugh! I need a sedative.
OMG and the dream sequence at the beginning and then the Babadook and then then oh just the convoluted everything! Aaaaugh! I need a sedative.
ANOTHER NOTE FROM FUTURE LORELEI...
Dear Lorelei,
Hey gurl... you still haven't finished the whole series. There are five seasons. You need to get on it! I wanna know how it ended.
Thanks!
Future You
Hey gurl... you still haven't finished the whole series. There are five seasons. You need to get on it! I wanna know how it ended.
Thanks!
Future You
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