Deep In The Forrest

N o worries here gentlemen, Aunt Jackie (a.k.a. "AJ", a.k.a. Jaxxx a.k.a. just "Jackie") is a straight girl (so far) with of course skeletons in her closet, none of which, however, are homosexual. She has all manner of friends, though, just for the record, quite a few of them have had other sexual orientations, and that's fine. Nobody messes with my friends, no matter what race, creed, culture, or orientation they might be. This post, oddly enough, is not about sexual orientation, though, but more about music that might be considered "gay" in a totally different way (no matter what your orientation). It's about sappy love songs (one in particular) that I might have fallen victim to, and admittedly have enjoyed on different occasions for various reasons. As I consider myself an avid and eclectic lover of many types of music, but Punk, Rock and Metal above all others, so you can see why I am timidly approaching mentioning the following. Guess I bett...

"All the world's a cage." -Jeanne Phillips It is Monday (cubed again). My body is tired, my mind is tired, but I've got to keep moving. Old age cannot creep up on me. The years may pass, but I will stay here, just ten years old, running barefoot in the wet grass and daydreaming in the fields. I am grounded for life. Just to prove that I occasionally peek my head into the real world, I'll make brief mention that while preparing breakfast this morning I heard some of a newscast stating that Bush's approval rating has actually fallen below that of President Nixon's during the time of Watergate. No wait, let that sink in for a moment... WATERGATE!! That's powerfully shameful... The net actually states, "A Gallup Poll taken Friday through Sunday finds only 25% of Americans approve of the way Bush is handling the job of president; 70% disapprove." That gives us 25% idiots, and leaves 5 percent who just don't give a damn. It's not that I do...

1. Me, me, me, me meee. 2. I just haven't felt in much of a writing mood over the weekend. 3. I did get alot of riding time in on "Jimi" the last couple days, which totally relaxes me. 4. There are new "things that irritate me" added to the list. (to follow) 5. I can't stand people who are watching something funny on cardio-theatre while they're on the machines, who "Cackle Out Loud" when they could simply giggle quietly to themselves. 6. I can't stand the employees (this can be other places besides the gym) who simply feel compelled to 'dust' and sweep every machine around you while you are working out. It makes me sneeze, and also makes me feel on edge. 7. I honestly have nothing more entertaining to talk about. 8. The bed is calling me, I'm tired and I am about to go to sleep. 9. Nine is all she (I) wrote.

I'm silly sometimes. I don't care, I enjoy being silly and immature. I have OCD and ADD. [In fact, just for a goof I took This Quiz and it scored me 69: Moderate ADHD lol!] I guess this first paragraph proves a point... because it was all just scattered gibberish that had nothing to do with my point (Wait, did I even have a point?? What was it?). Haha! Oh, yes... What I was going to say was that I really get bored with my Blog titles sometimes, and I ran out of creative things to name the posts, so just for a goof today I went to Random Titles to Stimulate The Imagination in desperation, and came up with today's title!! Actually, now that I re-read the thing, it is more true than I thought... I am my own dangerous spoon!!! WTF! Speaking of WTF, I recently got invited to participate in WTF Friday , a blog run by some of our best! Let's see, the contributers are: Ole Phat Stu katy cappy. Ron, apparently Aunt Jackie Four Dinners Barnze tideliar Cynnie I'd say that i...

The time while I was renting Bo's house was a strange little blur. I mean, I remember everything but can't remember exact months, dates or anything of that sort. DO KNOW that my motives for renting his house were not-so angelic. He and his girlfriend were moving down to the next county for some odd reason. His mother liked me, she rented the place to me for $200 a month (ok quiet everyone, yeah that's dirt cheap!). She also left most of their stuff in the house, and Bo told me that they had a special 'hook-up' with the cable, so if I just paid the bill he said I could leave it all "as is". It was my thought and desire at the time that Bo would come by the house a lot and that somehow it would bring me closer to him. But this story is not about Bo, it's more about Me, or rather a brief encounter I had with "Frankie". I'll get to that in a minute though. Despite the fact that I had these fantasies that Bo and I would somehow get closer by m...

Yeah, may it be with you... you know, "The Force". Mine is surely not. Something is draining the very life force from me in more ways than one. It feels delicious, it feels miserable. By day's end I am spectacularly worn to a frazzle, short-circuited... In Love with a capital Hate. I'm sick of it all, and also I want seconds. What is it? Existence, fate, destino!!! It's deliciously, maliciously poisoned. Where we'll end up and what we know to be the truth may change from day-to-day. I'm gonna let it melt in my mouth, and savor the maniacal flavor. Tired of being bored, rotting and preparing for death all around. Gonna stop worrying about it all and just lie back and stop swimming against the tide... just until I float way beyond oblivion (or go over the edge, whichever happens first). ;) Just an FYI y'know...