My wireless mouse is possessed (or maybe it just needs new batteries)
One of our credit cards is cursed by Satan (but they all are, really. who am I kidding?)
A friend told me once that poker is a man’s game, women can’t play it. He was a poet, but apparently not in his assessment of poker and gender. Then again, I can’t play poker.
Last night, I had no singing voice to speak of (that’s funny, don’t you think?)
maybe all of the batteries are tied up in vibrators
but probably not. and vibrators don’t really get tied up, not in the literal sense
Do electric razors work well? That’s all I remember my father ever using. He also shaved with powder. Is that unusual?
I still have a tin container of Pepsodent tooth powder. I loved the taste of Pepsodent when I was a kid. It tasted like Beeman’s gum.
I remember something on the Beeman’s package when I was a kid, something about it aiding digestion. Does anyone else remember this?
This is not a quiz.
OH OH OH I was going to announce something, but now I forget
I had a roommate in college who referred to orgasms as THE BIG “O”
I know that’s common parlance, but I never took to the phrase
editing my poems is hard
sometimes things that are hard are good and I suppose I can admit that editing is hard in a good way
I have never seen a movie with Mae West or WC Fields in it. Do you think in 60 years anyone will have?
I used to like this quote by Mae West: my right leg is Christmas, my left leg is New Year’s, why don’t you come up between the holidays and see me some time?
Not everything is about sex.
I got kind of excited when I clicked on the image for the google doodle yesterday, the one with the zipper. What did I think was gonna be under there anyway? What is wrong with me?
I flipped off somebody while I was riding my bike the other day. The driver hadn’t moved over on one of our cruddy Amherst-has-some-of-the-highest-taxes-in-Western-Mass roads which features abundant potholes and no shoulder and that was probably scarier than flipping him off. But I was crying and shaking anyway. I wonder when the last time before that was that I flipped someone off (besides joking)
I’ve had a rough week in some ways, in other ways not. I know I’m privileged, so it’s not that. Ups and downs, highs and lows, peaks and valleys, life and death
One of my favorite movies (in the top 125 maybe?) is called The Opposite of Sex, but I don’t think too many folks saw it. It’s not Herzog or anything, but it’s really good. It starred Christina Ricci when she was still zaftig and strange. The flick gets twinkly bonus points because it features a birth without a lot of bullshit medical crap. Like the Sean Penn movie Indian Runner. That one even shows the baby’s head crowning; it is a true, non-medicalized homebirth. Good stuff and you get to see Viggo Mortensen naked. He does not look very tall. He looks like he’s about 5′ 8″, but I don’t really know. When Viggo Mortensen is running around naked, you don’t really care about height any more.
Did you see Grizzly Man? You should. It was great.
The only card game I was ever good at was euchre. In high school and college. I have always thought that this means I am only good at a simpleton’s game.
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