Sex Type Thing

I'm going to stock up on the war. The war of my period. I'm going to have dark chocolate out the ass and chocolate milk. I'm going to have Gilmore Girls on stand by and some very nice pills names pain and killer. I'm going to have a box of tissues by my side and when I get cranky, some tea in the pot.

I will have my bathroom draw stocked with tampons and take warm showers, not hot/warm. I will listen to music like Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, L7, Joan Jett, Bikini Kill, and some Janis Joplin. I WILL hit mother nature full force and when I say that it makes me think about those Tampax commercials with the woman on holiday at the beach and mother nature coming up to them.

On another note, I want a Gypsy Wagon. I want one so I can go to the next stepping stone on how wacky I am. I mean, I see myself in one, creating my art and being able to take care of my chickies ( Darla and Sabastine). I miss Sabastine dearly and being away from my tom cat makes me meow with heart ache. Listening to Crimson and Clover makes me wanna tear up a little.

But, Oh My GAWD, how cool would it be to just relax in a wonderful Gypsy Wagon, with big pillows and grapes. My imagination is running wild like a girl running threw flowers in a field. So Little House on the Praire of me.


(eh, my wi-fi connection keeps dropping so I'm just going to post)

Little

i've always been crazy about eating in diners late at night.

i love being one of two people in our age groupsitting in sticky booths in greasy

dives in the middle of nowherestaring out through half fogged windows watching

cars pass on the interstate. pushing a small pile spilled sugar around with my fingertip as

the boy across from me sips coffee from the chipped mug as the waitress with the

mustache talks about how she's "really going to leave him this time" to an overweight cook.

the entire experience is just amazing. the orange, tungsten lightingthe smell of coffee

the sound of grease popping. there are always truckers. always. and they always smell

like cigarettes and they're always wearing dirty shirts and trucker hats and they haven't

had a chance to shave in a few days...but they talk sweet to the waitress and take their coffee black. we all know i have a strange affinity for street lights and empty parking lots and the

neon glow of the diner's sign reflected puddles in potholes peppered around the parking lots.

just really makes my heart skip a beat. being in the middle of nowhere, pouring into empty

car seats at 3 a.m.catching a glance as the stars as we pull onto the interstate with the taste

of burnt toast and hot chocolate in my mouth.

it's always amazing.

always.

This season

I still remember the dream that I had this morning, I still remember rolling over and seeing his face close to me. I remember hearing my phone ring in my dream and seeing who it was and when I went to go answer it I woke up. I woke up to 2 Minutes to Midnight by Iron Maiden and saw that mom was calling me.

"You need to come out here, now. Darla is loose, running around."

"What? How did she get loose? Be there in ten."

Haven't had my coffee and haven't cooked breakfest. I pulled on my jeans, put on my bra, and oversized t-shirt. Walk like a zombie to the living room and put on my shoes. Realize my shoes are under some clothes in our room. When I woke up he had already left for work, must have been 10mins before mom called. I grab my keys and purse and open the door to a chilly morning. The Fall season will come around early.

The drive to moms this morning was very, nice. I rolled the windows down and put on my ray bans. Felt the cool air on my skin and put my car on cruise control.

Rocky Top

Jerry O. Lowery Sr. passed away August 17, 2009. He was buried today and it was a beautiful funeral. He helped my mother with the passing of my father 17yrs ago. It was hard listening to his daughter talk about how amazing he was because each word was like a sting to making me cry. At the end of the service, they played his favorite song, Rocky Top. The music started playing and I cried even harder. Mom hugged me as I was handed tissue, telling me that Jerry will see my dad for us. I wasn't really thinking about that, I was thinking how I was talking to a girl that I work with that I would want to play my favorite music if I passed away.

Jerry will forever be with everyone he made feel special.