Entries from May 2002
where are you coming from
cheryl walked by with her arms full of packages– making her daily rounds. she stopped next to my cell and i spied an amazon box. my heart started to beat a little goofy like and i wanted to jump up and down like a little kid. sadly, lisa was sitting next to me and well, [...]
Read morewill you still need me, will you still feed me when i’m 30?
my happiness makes me a hypocrit
one of my fellow backwashers posted a link to what might be the most offensive thing i’ve ever seen on the internet.
this was a site by some johnnydark monster, about rape drugs. it was heinous. beyond heinous. i won’t even quote from it, because i don’t want those words to taint iwilldare.com. you can read [...]
money to burn
so, if you have like $500 you don’t know what to do with, or if you want me to give you orgasms for like a month, or you just really, really, really adore me. you can sign me up for the lily of the month club.
Read morenot from around here, are you?
i went to the Galleria over lunch. this was not my choice, i went with kari so she could get a gift for her sister’s bridal shower.
the galleria is a far and distant planet from the one i inhabit. it’s a chi-chi, upscale, snootyfest. very trendy, very monied, very weird. but, i must admit a [...]
and 7 7 7 for no tomorrow
what does it all mean
it’s 8:23am. i am supposed to be to work at nine. it takes 25-30 minutes to drive to work, but i still haven’t showered, brushed my teeth or put on clothes, and i really have no desire to do so.
this does not bode well for my day, does it?
empty handed
it was about nine o’clock and i was driving home from kari’s. it was sorta stormy looking and sunsetting. odd, odd natural light outside of ruby’s windshield.
i had my elbow on the armrest and looked down at my hand.
it was empty and that just made me so sad. because it shouldn’t be empty like that [...]
eight days a week . . .
. . . is exactly the amount of time you have left to get me birthday presents!
Read morei could hear your little heart pound
for mike:
the year was 1994. i was in the smoky camaraderie. i was drunk, drunk, drunk and begging someone to play the jukebox. kelly stepped up to the plate and threw in some money. he had only one request. . . we had to play at least one replacements song. i crinkled my nose at [...]
the final countdown
since 30 is fast approaching and most of you darling one’s haven’t known me for the last 29 year and 356 days, i will give a quick overview of the last 29 years of my life, chronologically.
1972 I was born at 6:46pm on June 6th, my mom named me Jodi Ann St. Martin, for no [...]
nine for the lost god
nine. nine days. that is all.
Read moregod only knows what i’d be without you
hear ye, hear ye.
i’ve got an announcement to make. there are only 10 days until my birthday.
10 DAYS!
are you just so excited you aren’t sure how you’re gonna sleep?
save your breath your soul is hollow
so is anyone as addicted to that abandoned pools’ song “remedy” as much as i am? this kicks so much ass.
Read moreplease, please exclamation point
ok you super smart, ever resourceful darling ones. i have a question. do you have any idea who sings that song that goes, “i love you period. do you love me question mark? please, please exclamation point! i want to hold you in parentheses?
anyone? anyone? i think i need to download that song pronto.
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