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| 09:04am 10/02/2009 |
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ugh. goddamned fuzzy mammals. i don't have class until four thirty today, so i was sawing logs in an attempt to sleep in after already waking up once around five a.m.
Cricket and Jubilee were apparently in hot pursuit of one another. the cat just RAN across my face and the dog followed it up with a headbutt to the nose. woke me up immediately, swinging, thinkin' there was a raper in the room.
nope, i just have two long cat scratches, one right on the end of my nose and the other underneath my eyeball. it stings. alot. and it took me a minute to realize why i was bleeding all over myself and the pillow.
it's so quiet in the morning. just a few factory thuds. and wayne snoring. and what sounds like a hawk flying around out there. |
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| 01:27pm 07/02/2009 |
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i was perusing my friends' list this morning and i came across a post by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) thesugarmonster i just had to steal. want to take a walk down memory lane that's about a decade old?
( witness the mess that was highschool misty! )
how embarassing. let's see your high school goodies. |
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| i got a garbage brain, it's drivin' me insane... |
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| 07:16am 06/02/2009 |
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ericawfule and I have a new year's tradition. around january first every year, we compile a list of celebrities that we think might die in the upcoming months. oddly enough, it's only february and we've already lost our favorite celebrity on the list...
RIP Lux Interior
Lux Interior, lead singer of influential garage-punk act the Cramps, died Wednesday morning (February 4) due to an existing heart condition, according to a statement from the band's publicist. He was 62.
Born Erick Lee Purkhiser, Interior started the Cramps in 1972 with guitarist Poison Ivy (born Kristy Wallace, later his wife) — whom, as legend has it, he picked up as a hitchhiker in California. By 1975, they had moved to New York, where they became an integral part of the burgeoning punk scene surrounding CBGBs.
The Cramps were one of the first punk rock bands i started listening to and one of my favorite bands to this day. I saw the Cramps at Pop's in East St. Louis on my twenty first birthday. I was drunk as shit and pleased as punch to be four feet away from Lux's leather clad crotch. some girl threw her silk stockings onto the stage and he picked them up and tied them around his neck as a perfect ascot in about five seconds flat.
now that is dreamy.
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| 02:32pm 27/01/2009 |
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mood:  complacent
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today is the first day of classes cancelled at MSU since the seventies. snow day! i've been reading and napping. and now i'm fixin' to watch some mindless TV. mmmmmm, mindless.
there's probably three or four inches of snow outside, and on top of that there's a crunch crust of ice. when i took the trash out i didn't even sink into said snow. i just glided right along on top of said ice. one of these days i'm gonna' replace my camera cord so i can post pictures as they actually happen. it's beautiful outside.
wayne is at work, so i'm home all alone. it's a weird feeling, having a home to be alone in.
i lived with my parents until i went to college, then i lived in a dorm with a roommate. then i dropped out and lived with an ex and his mother. and after that i moved right in with bub. there's definitely some satisfaction in knowing that wayne and i have put together this apartment and made it warm and cozy. that we are entirely responsible for its contents. it makes me proud of us. and of me.
our one year anniversary is coming up on saturday. we don't really have the cash for anything super special, but i've got some cheap romantic plans in my head. and i've been working with mom on a little gift for him. one year is the paper anniversary, after all. i can manage that.
oh yeah, puppy update! ericawfule is supposed to be sendin' me some pictures i took on his camera later today. she's a total ham. and Cricket hates the outside. i think she's gonna' be one spoiled little bitch. literally. like one of those house dogs with a slightly snooty attitude and rule of the roost. before the weather got nasty, i tried to take her for a walk and she just laid flat down on her belly in the parking lot and whimpered until we went in. she insists on peeing in the litter box. i'm starting to think i should introduce her to some doggy friends. before a kitty identity crisis kicks in.
in news related to absolutely nothing in particular, i have two new obsessions-
number one: My Big Redneck Wedding on CMT on-line.
priceless.
numero dos: Pathwords on facebook. my high score is nine hundred so far. add me, challenge me! i think it's makin' my brain work faster.
hope everyone is stayin' warm. i wish i had cookies to bake. |
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| 08:58am 22/01/2009 |
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alright, so i finished Wieland by Charles Brockden Brown. it's a thick read, y'know, real dense prose. but i liked it! it was fucking insane. let' just say this novel from the eighteenth century starts with spontaneous combustion and ends in an even WEIRDER and more violent way.
next up:
and this -
that plus the last half of MacBeth will make up my weekend.
i swiped this little set o' questions from tokyoghoststory. i think they're interesting.
1. Would you get a tattoo? What of? OR DO YOU ALREADY HAVE THEM??
i have a skull and crossbones, an ice cream cone and a sparrow. i'd have lots more if i weren't so poor.
2. If you had to hang out with one of your characters for a day, which would you hang out with?
my characters are really nasty people for the most part. i don't much like them.
3. Name the top 5 people you would have written letters of complaint to but never did. (political, companies, authors)
i wrote a letter of complaint when NBC cancelled Freaks and Geeks.
4. You have to make a band. Tell me the name of the band, its genre, and its members.
oh i already have a plan. all girl band called The Aquanets. we'd do punk rock covers of all my favorite classic country songs.
5. What is your favorite thing to wear????
eyeliner. |
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| 12:52pm 19/01/2009 |
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mood: cheerful
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i just finished this...
for Tuesday's class.
and you know what? the cover might lead you to believe that this is a pleasant short story colletion about small town america. quaint, even. but oh no. it's a very dark and ominious view of "provincial" life. i enjoyed it and i'd totally recommend it.
now i'm launching into this...
sorry, [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<lj-user="lizcrawl">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] i just finished this... <img src="http://media.npr.org/programs/totn/features/2007/12/winesburg_cover1_200.jpg"> for Tuesday's class. and you know what? the cover might lead you to believe that this is a pleasant short story colletion about small town america. quaint, even. but oh no. it's a very dark and ominious view of "provincial" life. i enjoyed it and i'd totally recommend it. now i'm launching into this... <img src="http://anonymous86.bloxode.com/images/118471032234.jpeg"> sorry, <lj-user="lizcrawl">, but i'm not especially lookin' forward to Charles Brockden Brown. hopefully, you and further reading will prove me wrong. in news not related to reading...it's been snowing! and it's beautiful. the sun is out today. mmmm, sunshine and snowflakes. wayne's at work 'till nine, maybe Cricket and i will go for a quick stroll around the park. why do i hate it so much when people shorten Martin Luther King Jr.'s name down to initials? meh. happy "MLK day" anyways. |
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| 03:53pm 24/12/2008 |
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Merry Christmas, my daahhhlinks!
i've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. but in a good way? busy, but happy. i gotta' go pick wayne up from the Kroger and we're gonna' head out to Mamaw's house for a big ol' traditional style dinner. mmmm. plus presents!
everybody smile today. i mean it. |
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| 02:20pm 01/12/2008 |
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livejournal just makes me feel like an asshole lately. |
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| peanut butter pie, here i come. |
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| 11:37am 27/11/2008 |
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mood: grateful
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happy thanksgiving, turkeys!
sadly, the wayniac has to work through dinner. but on the upside...holiday pay! oh yeah. my man brings home my paper stacks and does my dishes. lord knows i'm thankful for him, thankful to have him here with me during this holiday season. thankful for the way he looked at me this morning in my little thanksgiving dinner dress and told me that i was beautiful. le sigh.
and i'm thankful for my fabulous family. especially for my sweet little mommy who's been through so much stress lately. and my bad ass brother, who is so much stronger than he realizes. and my daddy, who has always been and will always be my daddy in spite of blood.
i'm thankful for my apartment, cozy and warm and stuffed full of love and books.
i'm thankful for the friendships i've been developing. or at least tryin' to develop in spite of my antisocial tendencies.
i'm thankful for the brisk air and the blue sky today. and those white whiffs of cloud floating by.
i'm thankful for this black cashmere sweater i found at a thrift store earlier this week.
i'm thankful for Maus, Petey and Jubilee. my gruesome kitty threesome who are always waiting in the window when i pull up in the drive.
i'm thankful for the Mirth Mobile, gettin' me from place to place with haste.
i'm thankful for my Mamaw and my Papaw and my Great Mamaw. I'm thankful for my aunts and my uncles and all my little cousins who have grown up on me so quickly. I'm thankful that they're becoming respectable, interesting, intelligent adults.
i'm thankful for all of you, who let me peer into your lives in this computerized format. and who take the time to look right back into my life.
this year, i'm just thankful. i'm spilling over with thanks. i'm exploding with ooey, gooey thanks.
stuff yourselves! enjoy the gluttony! enjoy the holiday!
and p.s. - puritans are way scarier than zombies...
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| well, well, well... |
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| 01:11pm 12/11/2008 |
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since my halloween post didn't get much response, i'm gonna' go ahead and throw up some fall foliage while i'm wasting time in the computer lab at school and waitin' for my very own laptop to get fixed up.
( more kentucky color under here... )
it's gettin' cold now. a little sleet on my windshield driving home yesterday. i'm excited to see the first little bits of snow falling and spend my first holiday season with wayne as a part of our family. le sigh. we're even gettin' a real tree! i always want one and i'm always too lazy to clean up the discarded needles. now that i've got me a dreamy, domesticated man i just don't have to worry about silly little things like that. phew. i'm a lucky gal.
hope everyone's doing alright. i worry about you livejournal pals lately. and there are lots of you who stay right at the forefront of my mind.
mmmmwah. |
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| 01:50pm 08/11/2008 |
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mood: content
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time for halloween pictures!
( i was so drunk it's spooky... )
all in all, it was a faaabulous night. except i was mightily, powerfully hungover the next day. and i mean aaaaaalll day. damn you, dark eyes. |
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| 11:25am 31/10/2008 |
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Happy Halloween, my babies!
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the wayniac and i stayed up late carving a jack-o-lantern and getting our trailer park zombie costumes together. i woke up at seven this mornin', put in Night of the Living Dead and got the boy all dressed up for work. i must say, his make-up looked awesome.
we're havin' a little get together at our house tonight. nothing real special, just some booze and some scary movies and a ZOMBIES board game. i'm sure i'll have tons of pictures to post later this week.
hope everyone is having a frightfully fabulous day.
mmmmwah!
misty marie |
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| 03:38pm 21/10/2008 |
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on a more serious note...i've been trying to really dedicate myself to some writing and publishing this semester, but i'm not really having much luck. i wouldn't call it "writer's block" really, it's more like a stall-out. i'm fucking puttering on paper. i keep coming up with these little pieces of openings to short stories that aren't going anywhere.
read 'em anyway...tell me what you think. tell me where you see some promise...
1.) "I swear Barbie Jean, you could eat offa' your floors."
Barbie Jean would always smile politely when the compliment inevitably came up. She'd turn away and her round face would take on a pinkish shade. Most of her guests though that mousey little homemaker was proud, that she was blushing.
He called the carpet Berber and he'd installed it himself. Crookedly. All over the house. Slices of bare plywood cut the room into shards and sometimes she'd snag a sock on a loose tack. Sometimes it was a toe. It wasn't Berber. It was that indoor/outdoor shit. The kind of stuff they make gas station rugs out of.
Barbie Jean never walked around barefoot anymore. Not like back at home in her Mama's trailer where the world was wall-to-wall shag, cool linoleum in the appropriate places. Her feet got raw on his "Berber". She couldn't sink her long toes in with a sigh.
(this is going in a morbid direction, the floor is so clean 'cause the vacuum noise covers up her crying.)
2.) Flora wiggled through the crawlspace like a fat night crawler. She was looking for her left shoe.
3.) By the time they saw the gray, industrial clouds of Detroit, the smoke stacks on the horizon, Violet could feel warm piss pooling in her white cotton panties. She squeezed her eyes closed tight and tried to imaging all things dry - a desert landscape, the crunch of the backyard during last year's drought, Aunt Stella's "world famous" fruit cake. She tried to ignore the jab of elbows in both of her sides. Daddy had no time for pit stops on this trip north. She hadn't even packed a change of clothes for herself, just crammed a few things in an overnight bag for Phillip and Little Ray. The fish had been biting down at Caney Creek that day. And between the five of them, they'd caught a whole mess of bluegill and three fat cat fish to fry.
"I'm sorry, but my bladder's about to bust." It was a genuine apology, no trace of teenage sarcasm. And Violet hated her own bodily flids for interrupting her mother's tears.
"I know it, Vi." Daddy muttered, eyes on the road. "We're almost there, I swear." |
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| 06:07pm 16/10/2008 |
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mood: content
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Go to google.com and type in [your name] followed by each word to find a sentence about yourself. (Theoretically, it will most likely be about someone else, though, unless you're a celebrity). : ) Putting it in quotes will help you get back a good sentence.
1. Needs:
"Ladies, Misty needs some hugs!! ... Ladies, Misty needs some hugs!! Ladies, Misty needs some hugs!!"
2. Looks Like:
Misty looks like a man in drag!
3. Says:
Misty says my mom cut my hair last night
4. Wants:
Misty wants in on the action!
5. Does:
Misty does not like her medicine but her growling is a hoot!
6. Hates:
Misty hates the problems that come with being female.
7. Asks:
Misty asks what is for dinner?
8. Goes:
White Misty goes to jail!!!!
9. Likes:
Misty likes to play with people's shadows
10. Eats:
Misty eats her way through Lincoln Square.
11. Wears:
Misty wears the cheese.
12. Was arrested for:
Misty was arrested for fondling and messing with a police officer. |
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| 04:03pm 06/08/2008 |
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"Cicada Supper"
Dry flies sing a summer song.
Nature's occasional accompaniest
raising collective, clicking voice to the hills
and the sky
and a god granting life only in small doses.
The tune is always the same.
Buzzing tenor on the breeze,
reverberating through the trees,
shaking limb and leaf and sanity.
Floating over field and holler
an auditory force, so tangible.
The yellow veined wingbeats
on my eardrum.
The crunch of discarded shells,
beneath bare toes...
sensoral, visceral, edible.
If I open my mouth wide enough,
I can taste rich vibrations thumping my tongue and teeth.
If I open my mouth wide enough
I can swallow the whole brood
and feel a thousand bulguing red eyes
peering at my insides.
Tiny, pin-prick legs take hold
to hunkder down
and wait.
My cicada supper will digest
and gestate
for seventeen years.
A new breed of nymphs spawned,
indifferently making their way into red and blue veins,
infesting every inch of me.
growing, changing, waiting -
Waiting to emerge from the pits of my stomach
the tips of my fingers,
timbals crashing
as they tickle a noisy path
over my esophagus.
If I open my mouth wide enough
and clear my throat
I can release a plague.
that's the most worthwhile piece of writing i've done all summer, methinks. i'll send it out for submission in the fall.
things are okay with me. a little stressful, a little hectic. but that's life isn't it? or at least life as i know it. |
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| 11:27pm 22/07/2008 |
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mood: discontent
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oh sophia, you hell raiser...
you'll be missed as well.
RIP Estelle Getty
July 25th, 1923 - July 22nd, 2008 |
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| 07:37am 22/07/2008 |
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mood: drained
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there's been a death in the family.
my great aunt passed away this week. she was my mamaw's older/only sister. and she was the inspiration for a story that i wrote this past year. Hamburger Hunks. remember that one? about Ruby Ann and her ungrateful children and her unhappy marriage and her obsession with television? it was a pretty sad piece. i can't find a copy saved anywhere, i wanted to re-post it. i wanted to print it out and put it in a plain envelope and send it with her six feet down.
writing is a very personal experience. and because i've written from her point of view i can't help but feel like a part of me died with her. somehow, fictionalizing her life has made this entire event very difficult for me.
this entire event is very difficult in the first place.
it's easier to mourn someone who led a rich, full life. it's easier to mourn someone who lived well and died with dignity. but how do you mourn for someone who lived in misery and died in agony?
i've been to alot of funerals in my life and in the past i always felt this strange disconnection with the person in the box. in fact, it's not like a person at all. in the past, it's always been a corpse, an empty shell of someone i used to know. but when i looked down at her yesterday, i couldn't help thinking that she looked better lying there dead than i had seen her look in years and years of life. i couldn't help thinking that she was honestly and truly better off. and it broke my heart wide open. i can't get her face out of my mind. i can't stop thinking about the way great mamaw went to her oldest daughter and held her cold hand, stroked her hair.
the family is a mess. her kids aren't exactly close. in fact, they're already fighting about her house.
and her husband.
oh my god.
i don't think i've ever watched a more depressing scene unfold. my uncle has alzheimer's and he's in the final stages. when he got to the funeral home yesterday, he sat in front of the casket in a wheel chair begging her to wake up. he reached into the coffin to shake her, saying her name over and over..."babe, we've got to go. go on and get up now!" every day he's going to look for her, ask about her. and every day he'll have to discover that she's gone forever all over again.
i feel so drained. so sad. emotionally deflated. and there's one more night of visitations to get through. plus the funeral.
i hope there's a heaven. |
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| 07:46pm 02/07/2008 |
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mood: amused
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okay, so wouldn't it be fucking fantastic if the folks at the TV station would let me use this little gem for an opening song every week?
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| 01:44pm 05/05/2008 |
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the utility board turned the water off halfway through my bubble bath this morning. i was left with one hairy leg and shampoo in my eyes. luckily, wayne's Daddy was there with the save and necessary funds god bless 'im. i gotsta go by Western Union and run and pay the bill now.
well, after my ride shows up of course. 'cause i'm STRANDED in Farmer's Kentucky and the GEO is dead as a door nail.
oh yeah, and my toilet came loose from the wall and went through the floor about three inches. my Daddy's working on that today. god bless 'im.
plus i have two finals tomorrow. one of which i haven't even studied for yet. what a slacker.
but y'know what? ain't nothin' gonna' breaka my striiiiide.
'cause school is out after this week.
'cause i have a fabulous family AND a bitchin' new extended family.
'cause i got some intense cuddling this morning followed by even intenser sex.
'cause there are still videos like this one floating around youtube...
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