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February 26, 2015

2/26/2015

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Evidently, everything is adorable here.

The houses, the markets, the eateries, the mechanics....even the kids are adorable and well behaved. Family next to me has 3 small boys with cute Berkeley parent type names Kaiden, Xander and haven't heard the third yet.

Something less than adorable, but splendidly cathartic. And full of my favorite word!

oday is the birthday of "The Josh Whedon" (little did I know how apt that nickname would be until I later found out Joss Whedon was a dishonest, cheating faux feminist) Yes, Josh H., that despicable, narcissistic, anally obsessed, serially cheating, compulsive liar I wasted my love on. (But thank god did not relinquish the virginity of my precious little asshole to! Ha!)

I don't wish him a happy birthday. I don't wish him well. I don't wish him ill. I do wish him gone.


This sums it up well. Thank you for writing this Amy!


Fuck You Poem #45

Fuck you in slang and conventional English.
Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes.
Fuck you hungry and sated; faded, pock marked, and defaced.
Fuck you with orange rind, fennel and anchovy paste.
Fuck you with rosemary and thyme, and fried green olives on the side.
Fuck you humidly and icily.
Fuck you farsightedly and blindly.
Fuck you nude and draped in stolen finery.
Fuck you while cells divide wildly and birds trill.
Thank you for barring me from his bedside while he was ill.
Fuck you puce and chartreuse.
Fuck you postmodern and prehistoric.
Fuck you under the influence of opiun, codeine, laudanum, and paregoric.
Fuck every real and imagined country you fancied yourself princess of.
Fuck you on feast days and fast days, below and above.
Fuck you sleepless and shaking for nineteen nights running.
Fuck you ugly and fuck you stunning.
Fuck you shipwrecked on the barren island of your bed.
Fuck you marching in lockstep in the ranks of the dead.
Fuck you at low and high tide.
And fuck you astride
anyone who has the bad luck to fuck you, in dank hallways,
bathrooms, or kitchens.
Fuck you in gasps and whispered benedictions.
And fuck these curses, however heartfelt and true,
that bind me, till I forgive you, to you.

― Amy Gerstler, Ghost Girl

AH! That's Better!
​Now, Just say YES to music and Princess Cake!

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February 25, 2015

2/25/2015

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Actually, most of the time I don't care, however, lately my body has been telling me it is ready to sleep by 10 or 11 but my brain refuses to cooperate. So I continue to fall asleep between 4am-7am. Then I wake up exhausted a few hours later. I would just let myself fall asleep and snooze all day but that might be embarrassing.
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Merph lost a whisker

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Exhibit A:
This. This, is why it's so hard to leave the house
​or get anything done!
LiLi has just claimed my lap for the Empire of Catlandia.
I am doomed!

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A friend suggested, "You should teach her to play Ingress. This behavior would prove beneficial."
Ha! 
LiLi (Merph) has a very full schedule. She is far too busy napping, grooming, eating, napping, barfing, napping, holding down my legs or putting her butt on my head to play games.

She's soft, warm and can mysteriously weigh 200# at will. What am I gonna do? I am doomed.

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And...more "helpful" hints follow

Fox: Pocket Forklift?
Me: Blasphemy!
Fox:  Blasphemy is my middle name.
Hey, that's an idea....

Me: DO NOT BLASPHEME!

And yet more, no it's really not helpful commentary!

Alejandro: Oh! There's a cat in this picture!!
Me: I guess I'm no threat to Vanna White if you can't tell what I'm pointing at.
Melissa: if I adjusted the frame to hide the cat, it would look like you're presenting your boobs.
Me: the boobs. Another thing I can't do anything about. They follow me everywhere! They insist on perching on my chest. They refuse to be covered up or minimized. They just keep saying, "Hey there! How you doin'?"They keep breaking bras. What am I gonna do? I'm doomed!

Later......

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Here it is 830 PM and I'm already in my pajamas! I probably won't be asleep for hours but there's something about the dark heaviness of the night here that tells my body it's time to start using less energy. I have my kitty and my cup of chocolaty rosebud tea and an engrossing Octavia Butler novel! I was treated to another fabulous dinner tonight of the type I have not been able to afford in some time. Grateful for kindness and generosity of friends. Grateful for doing things I enjoy and having chill time! Grateful for relief from being stressed. This moment is good, very good. Cheers!

And now, Ice cream is calling me. I can hear it all the way upstairs! I am trying to resist. At least there is actually ice cream in the house. Nothing worse than a craving you can't satisfy.

​It's been a good day!

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