rhinestone fools & silver dollars
It is my belief that every person who spews forth a blog must, by some mandate, write a post that talks about how they know they owe their friends a real post, life gets in the way, things are rough right now, and my modeling career has just skyrocketed lately and I've been so busy trying to achieve perfection that I have no ideas due to lack of nutrients to my brain.
Something like that. I've done a few such posts. And have you checked out my print work in the latest Target ad? Anyway, based on recent writings, you probably think I've just kept doing them.
Can I just say wow. I thought we loved each other. Huh.
Well, regardless of how you feel about me, I think we should still try to make things work between us. So I'll ask you to look beyond yet another post where I say I have so many ideas brewing in my head it's like howler monkeys are jumping around in there. For example, I have raging thoughts on lying and overall juvenile behavior, how my shoes make me look like a 79 year old school lunch lady, harmless fun at work, and new changes at home all festering in my pretty "it might be red, it might not be" lush dome right now.
Yeah. You SHOULD be excited for what's ahead here in my world. Plus, you could really begin to question my fascination with monkeys.
To just let you know how things are at the moment, I must say I've been enjoying my pretend honeymoon with my pretend husbands, Dave and Taylor. Um. The part in that post where I talked about not "enjoying" all of us at the same time? Interesting thing about that. They started playing and singing and next thing you know, pretend sex. Everyone should know how to play an instrument. That's all I'm saying, and I'm saying that as the girl who gave up on the clarinet in sixth grade. Though I think "The Band" would still let me play triangle or something, eh? Yeah?
Another thing. I coast by your places and I have more insightful things to say to you in your comments than what happens here. I owe some of you an email or five (waving to that guy in "The Band" who I don't stalk, because that is just silliness and clearly I'm too busy with other pressing matters to even entertain the idea of stalking), but my computer is, I fear, near wrecked. Something evil, like a python or perhaps an anaconda, has crawled inside it and wrapped itself around the inner workings. I imagine the reptile, whatever it is, is quite sluggish because it's been dining on howler monkeys. It's insanely slow. It shuts down on me. It sticks its little tongue out at me and I may flip it off when it does. Whatever. It's not cool. When I get the chance to sit here with greater patience, I'm going to be all over you all.
Like I have to go be with Dave and Taylor now. They're insatiable.
The song? Yeah. Siouxsie & The Banshees "Peek-A-Boo". It's a little bit of fantastic in just over 3 minutes. Says a lot, too. Kind of like this post that gets all scary wordy just to say I have things to say, but not right at this moment.
Of course, I want you to feel free to say anything to me, so now's your chance. So many of you saunter through here daily. Prove to me you still care. That we can, indeed, give this another go. I refuse to believe you're willing to just let our love die.
Or simply suggest another odd animal I can reference a lot.
Labels: she has many guises
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 12:10 AM
14 Comments:
Strobe lights pump and flicker dry lips cry out for more come bite on this rag doll baby, that's right now hit the floor...
Um, I guess it will be ok if I sing to you, right?
I play a pretty mean skin flute :O. Oh no I didn't just say that.
What about the platypus? Resembles a beaver with a duck bill, don't you think?
ursewclmd
I'll be your howler monkey....
Oh no! Teh Internets is not working for Fadkog! Methinks she probably went to one too many, um, "questionable" sites, and now her computer is full of STDs.
A word of advice: Stay away from the Monkey Porn. It's nothing but trouble in the long run.
(Waving back at the girl who is obviously the best triangle player this side of the Mississippi. Or... Wait... the other side of the Mississippi. Hold on, I need to get a map.)
And I snorted just a bit when I saw that Nanette worked in the words "skin flute" and "beaver" into her comment. Kudos to her for that.
Man, Nanette stole my animal. But I'll second it because the platypus never gets enough press.
PS When are you going to learn to embed videos into your posts?
Nan - Ah, how lovely, my sweets! You know I'll sing along with you. Apparently, we do so much together. Or did. You know. Before the slinking out the back door.
Ah, creepshows. So lovely. Or something.
Oh, and platypus it is!
tllmiulvmi
Savage - I've made the switch to playtpus, but you? You can stay my howler monkey.
FTN - All this map talk has me spinning. I think I'm on that side. But I could be wrong. I am the chick who doesn't know directions unless in my mini with the trusty guide. Seriously. I am just that lame.
Let's say I've not been to questionable sites, though I can imagine the allure of monkey porn. I think it's more the questionable that snaked into me. That or it's just me and my computer lameness.
Oh, and yes, big kudos to Nan and her skillful twist of "skin flute" and "beaver" in one fell swoop. You get us together, and no lie, we do well.
Chag - I think you're right. I think the lack of press is why the platypus always looks somewhat sad. I shall make it my mission to rectify that!
Alas, I can't seem to rectify my ability to embed a clip. I am always envious at your place. Here's the thing, there are some posts on here where a clip has successfully embedded, and then I get all happy and think, "Wow, that didn't eat three years of my life to accomplish." Then I get cocky and think it will work as easily the next time. The next time? Doesn't work. I imagine it's something terribly easy, but did you catch that part up there where I confessed yet another of my shortcomings to FTN and said I had to rely on my minivan to tell me which was is east? Oh, and surely the lack of a blog roll is another sign. I am lame. I try to let my charm stun people with that fact, though, so they're not "on" to me.
Can I be your platypus? Or am I just typecast as the 'unicorn' now? And, it really should be someone besides me who calls attention to the whole '-pus' thing. . .
But, hey, whichever side of the Mississippi you're on (and I'm pretty sure it's the opposite side from the one I'm on) - you just let your pretty li'l head percolate, and your 'puter get well (or replaced; whatever), and I'll be here whenever you're ready. . .
You must've flushed your baby internet anaconda down the toilet, because it popped up in my corner of cyberville all grown up and bit my tablet in the tushy.
That's very irresponsible e-reptile handling, you know.
Please be careful that the baby internet anaconda doesn't decide that, for a change of taste, he now wants to stop dining on the howler monkeys and begin stalking the platypus.
That could get messy.
The thing I love about you is you just say whatever it is thats on your mind. Howler monkeys? no problem...pretend husbands?..no worries...purchases of a uh-um..personal nature...no problem. I love that about you.
I have things to say aobut things I think about adn I hold it all back.
Stacie
Another odd animal, bonobos are cool.
my word verification word is dumgum...you trying to tell me something?
I forgot to mention that the male duck billed platypus has a poisonous spike, seriously.
Desmond - I thought you were the sturdy bear? If you wish to be the platypus, I can go for that. However, you may wish to reconsider when you learn, like I did, that the male duck billed platypus has a poisonous spike. You seem much too nice for such potential evil!
I'm pretty sure my pretty head is on this side of the Mississippi, and not that side. Waving to you, too.
Therese - Wouldn't it be kinda cool if I actually had an anaconda in my computer? I cleaned things today, and nothing slithered out at me, so I suppose it's all safe. But seriously, how cool would that be? I would get to be on the news, if nothing else.
Sailor - You know what would be even worse than that? If that anaconda decided to start snacking on dolphins. That would suck.
Stacie - My gosh. Your comment made me blush and get all quiet and humble. I don't know if that was your intent, but wow. Thank you.
However, I should say in my "say anythign" realm, that I have so, so, so much swirling around in my head that I haven't written about and/or truly wish I could that you'd be all "seriously, be quiet now, girl who says whatever is on her mind..." So so so many things.
Thank you for your kind words, my friend. I'd encourage you to just let your own fall out in your writing. Adopt a "wtf" attitude about it. That's what I'm working toward!
Ed - Bonobos are quite cool, you're right. Plus, I dig any animal whose name I have to stop a second to consider if I'm spelling it correctly as I type it!
Ha! That word verification. I think I'm trying to tell you that you got the coolest one I've come across in awhile!
Nan - All the freakin' better to adopt one of those things as a personal pet. My, my, my. How that would come in handy sometimes, eh?
I just stuck Siouxsie into my car cd player yesterday! love Party's Fall
also, it IS a monkey, but those teeny weeny ones at the zoo, the pygmy marmosets, are SOOO cute, I would totally get one of those on the black market if I were Paris Hilton.
Interesting article, added his blog to Favorites
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