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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Monday, March 29, 2004 Lost and found Well she lived in Santa Fe and i bought her indi comic book at the local store and i also bought this guys charming comic too.
ok, now i understand why my underwear went missing in France. It's a french conspiracy! !event! anyone who is in santa fe on the 30th: come to Bar B at 8pm to eat baklava and see me wearing a silly little hat. I'll be whooping it up cuz i'm 21. Saturday, March 20, 2004
Short people don't have as much fun. Or so some tall wankers say. Friday, March 19, 2004 I, the worst of all. The wonderful Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz.
Areté- Aret, Arete! New local post cards that could make me a fortune: Met you a Cliffs/Owls/Jeffs/Lamp Lighter/Liquor Barn/Osco Santa Fe! Thanks Dad. Maybe i'll go on to write error messages for Microsoft. I halve a spelling checker;
I'm not sure. I think my butt's shielded enough.
I just remembered the Male Escort Bowling Shirts they use to have in Dallas when i was in highschool. Sounds like something i should get for going in drag.
I got a parking violation today. First one ever. I went into the comic store and left my motorcycle out front in the never used meter parking spots for a few. I think it’s probably the quickest easiest way for the city to make cash. Thank you mr. parking attendant man. It comes in a cute pink envelope that's fully addressed, and the ticket is printed out from a hand held device, they don’t even care if you have plates, or if the payment is late, just as long as they get they 15 dolla. And i still haven't heard back about that case in January. DL said give it 6 months. “I enjoy bein’ a girl” - Phranc OK, here it is, for those who have been waiting. I think I lost something. Perhaps my ‘girly-ness’- oh I still have it in my fuss for cleanliness and in the care I take in clothing myself. But I think I lost such things as giving someone a kiss on the cheek when they’re mad at you, or think you don’t like them, with sending out the ‘come hither’ look over your drink, with easily touching my friends in soft affection often. Yep. So I will endeavor to surprise myself more often in these ways. Trash Disco again. My pants got pegged wednesday so of course I had to do the moonwalk.
Because of speaking more and more to the Spanish chef I’m now blabbering some strange concoction where I insert French verbs and French words for all the Spanish ones I don’t know. Wow, next year doing middle french is going to be interesting.
I think STD prevention programs would really benefit from a gay cheerleading squad: Word up to internal combustion. I think a mini cooper car would match my personality… or an old mustang that was packing something other than a Ford under the hood. Comment from the boss lady about me/my humor: “How does she live in there??” wearing the blues. I hate this new trend of making the small front right pockets of jeans too small for a zippo- details people! Gez- it’s where god and style is!
The best shirly temples i have ever tasted are made with Amarena Fabbri cherries and syrup.
I got sun burnt today. Scalp, shoulders, cheeks; the usual. First time since oh...September in Texas. I consider it my ‘base tan’, and yes- it’s frikkin spring at last in NM. The Pissing of the New Testament. I’ve decided not to see the Passion of Christ movie. Why? Let's leave aside the gross over-marketing and possible anti semetic devices; it's because I just know it’s not going to change my mind on anything to do with Christianity or Judaism, it couldn’t really teach me anything, and will only serve to piss me off for quite a while and remind me of why I left the Catholic Church in the first place. That goes with out saying- as far as the reports I’ve gathered it’s not historically accurate, except for the translation to Latin and ancient Aramaic which is, on its own, cool. You don't drive the nails through the HANDS, Mel. Angry Angry Jews. Dude, Heeb magazine. How the Wild West was Woed. So back in the day…er…maybe the sixties let’s say…Madrid, south of Santa Fe, was the place to go when you jumped the big house and needed to hide out. *snickers* When truckers have fun with mailbox lettering: "A moving violation and then some!" "C'mon, now Squeel!"- Deliverance Chatter pals. Now i know what 'goatsie' means, i can't say it's more power to me. To improve faking my hiphop conversational skills. Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Venies, vidi, vici!
Acidophilus is my friend. I was reminded of these things. There is the misfortune of hating someone not because they are evil- or at least ALL evil, but because of circumstance. Alice says: “A cat is always on the wrong side of a closed door” Chevy did it. I just saw the ugliest mass produced motor vehicle on earth. Blech! It could cause accidents just by being within eyeshot of the road. “There’s a bunch of lesbians out there again Nick!” “Oh good, I was hopping I’d get to spend time with some.” So I really like making fun of Lesbians. No- I really do, almost in a perverse degree and way. I made some awful even mean jokes with the pizza chef and the cocktail waitress. Looking at the people attending this month’s all women’s dance at the club I couldn’t help but crack mullet jokes and muse at the nature of the whole affair of lesbian gatherings. It’s not that now I’m taken I can laugh, aloof above the sea of seeking and seething estrogen seeping from people that have known each other by dating their ex’s. I was laughing when I was single, but I was also lonely- with or without going to lesbian functions. I got just as stressed tonight at work as I would have on a Friday night with a Chicano crowd (unfortunately I’ve felt rather violent lately- I think it’s really due to work). Granted, I got tipped better tonight than on any given Friday, but this is not to say that drunks, regardless of background or sexuality, are charming, attentive and level headed.
Melissa Ferrick looked like she was going to die after her set. She lay down on the pool room benches. But then- see started to do sit ups.
There are two coyotes about our condos with a view place. I suppose I’m the only one that ever sees them regularly- being the only one out at odd hours of the night of all the residents. I don’t have any previous experience with coyotes, or wolves, I only know folklore about coyote and very little else. Anyway- they were sneaky and arrogant. Didn’t fear me much and when they knew I was just watching them, they slunked right on by, not giving me a second look to go digging around again. An evening in hell. I have a sinus infection which on Friday night was at its worst. Pascal said man is suspended between infinity (infinitely small or large) and nothingness. That is his plight. I thought of Tantalus who could not reach the fruit above him or the water of the river below him as he tried for each. I was to hot, to cold (even in the hotness), to wet inside with thick yellow snot and too dry outside with skin and lips chapped, and definitely too stuffed up in ever sinus orifice. On and on through the night it was the same and all in the dark and nothing else in sight to change any of my conditions. There’s no one reason for why I was in the state in the first place and it hurt to even try to think about what’s happening let alone how to alleviate it and the pain is the only conclusion that cuts every thought off short. Bleh. Tuesday, March 9, 2004
Volition for those who need it. 12 Reasons Same-Sex Marriage will Ruin Society.
They do NOT have tigers in Kenya...at least not in the wild. Anyway...find sillyness here for today. Tuesday, March 2, 2004
Finally closed my bank account with Wells Fargo. Relief, relief. The Shed Shit House. So I ate a dinner plate from ‘The Shed’ hailed as having the best red and green chili in town. If that’s the finest that green chili gets and what it should be, then I really am just a white girl and not a New Mexican by any means. The stuff DIGESTED my stomach, not the other way around- and now I’m on and off the pot every 15 min or so. It wasn’t any breakfast burrito, throw it from the can into your lunch/dinner stuff- it is hard core. Once more, in case you hadn’t eaten from the tree of knowledge before: The three great sexual jokes of the universe are:
If I had lots of money to blow, one thing I would do is run scientific tests on my body: body fat/muscle ratio, acidic point during cardio exercise, red/white blood cell and plasma levels, blood content, oxygenation, heart rate during different exercise types, cholesterol build up in arteries, fast/slow twitch muscle concentrations, reflex speed, hand eye coordination, sight accuracy, night vision ability, hearing range and sensitivity; to name all the tests of that sort I am aware of. A purple hat and other things attached. When I am an old woman I will wear silly hats (more of them than I already do) and jump out randomly from behind corners along some beautifully scenic but austere stretch of state highway to flash the drivers by. I will leave my poems on boulders, cliff faces, bluffs, caves, the backs of road signs, on telephone poles and in the dirt of pit stops along the way. I will live on a hidden hill, in a house that I built myself, and I’ll howl sometimes but mostly be quietly as I continue to working away at my arts and the teaching of them.
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