Its Become a Mantra

"Worry serves no purpose.
You cannot impact the events.
Go on with your life and forget it.
Ok. Smile!!!"

---My Dad counseling me to calm down about the economy--

its like investing in the stock market and not swimming unless its 85. how many people have been given these valuable tools like I have? some people think I'm cold. I just know what I can and cannot change. Even if I do have to be reminded by dear old dad every once in a great while.

Bar Clothes' Second Life

Ingrained with the smell of nicotene and a hundred different perfumes.
Smoke swirled with the remnants of my lotion and barroom floors.
Crashing back memories not only of the night before, but of every other dark night out.

3 buttons, not 4

Its comforting to know that even down here in Miami they appreciate us.

its kind of like the late night rain outside

I've Got NOTHING

nothing from nothing means nothing.

what is this? where have I gone?
anything I try to conjure is just awful and trite.

my empty head and my broken fingers and wine that doesn't seem to spark anything are beginning to worry me.

I happen to be in a very good mood this morning

Cue the big band and brass with mutes.
Today's a toe-tapping kind of day.

The Ten Commandments

They are made to be so very easy to follow, suspiciously easy to break, but not without a back of the mi

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To Err is Human to Forgive is Dad

Me: I'll only miss FOUR games out of FOURTY man.
Dad: That's 10 percent!!
Me: Psh on 10%
Dad: Its half of 20.
Me: And a fifth of 50. I don't even look at merchandise if the sale is only 10% off. Its inconsequential.
Dad: Hmmm ten percent of 156,000 is a new car.
Me: Alas, I'm not a bigshot agent so we're not talking about a ten percent that could actually make a positive life difference. In fact, it would be a detrimental impact far greater than 10%.
Dad: Of your tuituion silly.
Me: Yea, well I still think the harm and personal anguish are far greater than any possible benefit to be derived.
Dad: I have forgotton what this is about.
Me: LOL. Ah, well, suffice it to say I'm right.
Dad: You are a legend in your own mind.
Me: No no, thats where you've gone astray from actuality again. I am a legend. Period. It is fact, not self-indulged myth.
Dad: Fact. False aspirations coming true.
Me: Do tell, how can aspirations be false?
Dad: When dreaming.
Me: Oh no, then is when they are the most genuine.
Dad: To err is human to forgive is dad.
Me: Okay okay old man :)
Dad: Remember your now more than ten percent of my age, more like fifty-seven percent! Now see how good ten percent can be???
Me: 10% is not inherently bad. No, I'll agree to that.
Dad: Would you pick up a dime? I do all the time.
Me: No, why would I? I just walk on by.
Dad: I didn't know I had a wealthy daughter watch your dimes and the dollars often take care of themselves.
Me: I watch my dollars so the quarters look after those pesky dimes. Its call delegating.
Dad: Touchette. Did you schedule your check up? See what I did there???
Me: Uhh no to both.
Dad: Touchette...that cat hair must be cloggin your brain think about it in response to your money anwser.
Me: Its true. My system is shutting down for maintence in the form of a nap.
Dad: Sweet dreams!
Me: Thanks, I did, literally. I dreamt about cake.
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Afternoon fun with my Dad 1200 miles away.

Bitches in Black Bras with Halos

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I LOVE fabulous online steals. My latest spoils just arrived.

Are you watching this?

You have GOT to be kidding me. There are maybe 300 people there. This brit is being an ass on matters he has no business speaking on.
The nervous laughter is pathetic.
Its been 5 minutes and I'm disgusted and dissapointed.

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Guilty Pleasure No. 75

I've noticed most of my pleasures are incredibly guilty.
I try not to dwell.
Its not pathetic, its a insertprefixhere-day.
And I'm a girl whose in another wedding as of two days ago and took a long nap today and its my constructive Friday and I look like a reverse racoon.
And it hurts.
But I try not to dwell.

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Empty stadium. Foul ball funnery caught on ESPN. Im a sneaky little devil with sweaty fingers. Make that sweaty everything. Budlight can only cure so much here in South Florida.

Her Genius is Exhilarating, Her Youth Enviable

the evil green kind. in the sweetest tones of pink.

As if the pictures weren't enough, her choice of quotation, whether hers or theirs, to explain the settings and concepts are from the mind of old soul, but old she is not. Her overall talent is breathtaking.

Even underwater with a disposable she is undeniable...she floats.

I sink.
or Im sinking.
Can't be quite sure of either.
and neither isn't ever an option.

Do I Just Stop Reading

my favorite words? What makes them my favorite? They are all the same. Each subject matter, every theme. Different authors, same eyes.



Or is this just the sunday blues?