Friday, September 30, 2005

dance mix '95

Today a homeless man laughed while shouting, "Hey Meghan! Put a smile one your face, it's Friday."

I sheepishly looked at him and whispered, "I'll try."

Friday, September 23, 2005

are you still skirting around your room in your underwear?

A likely question. I am, in fact, not still skirting around my room in my underwear. It turns out I love the work "skirting."

I'm on day two of my new "health kick." I now eat everything Health Canada tells me too. Turns out the health plan is for the rich. I can in no way afford to eat 10 fruits/vegetables a day. Do you know how much something like that would cost?! That's 70 vegetables in a week and they all have to be different so I get all the crazy nutrients from everything.

I forgot to buy broccoli. Apparently broccoli is like a saint.

Speaking of "like" - Do you think one could blame the simile for annoying teenage speech patterns?

Teachers should only profess the brilliance of metaphors and see if teenagers respond positively.

2005: "I'm like so tired"
2015: "I'm so tired"

eh? eh?

ok. bye.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Love always, Your mom



"Wonderful chai latte tea, spicy and great and wonderful desserts, full of "young fry" and what sounded like a bunch of Russians or Bulgarians. They were all hugging each other and speaking in loud military like voices! You would like it there..."

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Dear Mr. Dressup,

You make me want to express my self artistically – in every way I can – because I know you’ll understand.

I wonder if one day I’ll just go overboard.


Saturday, September 17, 2005

yesterday fil identified with a minority at A&W

Yoshi fell in a pit and Rachel said "oh fuck."

"Oh for fuck sakes" -- Yoshi ran away a lot.

My portable Fisher Price record player played Psychedelic Shack by The Temptations all night.

I looked up "super Nintendo super Mario secrets" and we tried to decipher what the hell the super Mario nerds were trying to tell us.

If you press R L X Y and UP Mario will do a "funny dance" after he saves the princess.

As it turns out, that funny dance is less a funny dance and more of a possessed head nod.

Rachel, inspired by the whole thing, made the possessed head nod her own by adding a little Egyptian walk to it.

She's trying to pass the last level again so she can compare the Mario dance-walks. By the looks of it, it is important for her to yell "Italian Power," "quick as a whip quick as a whip" and "oh fucking shit" through out the game to win...

I'm not sure if it's working.

Friday, September 16, 2005

you are


Once upon a time there was a princess named Fran.
She laughed whenever there was a person within hearing distance.
Oh and how she laughed.
But, when she found herself alone she cried and cried.
And, oh, how she cried.
The wolves living in a cave nearby heard every one of her tears fall though.
For, Fran had forgotten about the animals.
Fran was a certain kind of Christian who thought animals didn't have souls.
So, if you cry in front of them its like you're crying in front of nothing at all.
One day a certain wolf in that near by cave got a little tired of all her lonely crying.
He choose to jump through Fran's bedroom window and pin her to the ground.
With his wolf drool dripping on her Vera Wang gown.
He growled, "I am. Therefore, I hear."

Thursday, September 15, 2005

I wanna go home

Take me by the hand and tell me you would take me anywhere.
And don't you worry there's still time.
You, you say you don't see any part of me to love in all this mess.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

They thought my telephoto lens was a bazooka


Jazzmanio in a new hat

What is it to be in love?
Actions full of mushy poetry and gifts of red spicy hearts…

I only know the silly kind of love that’s corny and full of fake not even Hallmark sympathy.

In the movies they don’t need practise loving.
False advertising.

Some brains don't come with that special feature. Extra head space included but no love on/off switch.

I wish it would just hit me like lightning would and then introduce itself like a light bulb in a thought bubble.

Forgive me.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Look me in the heart and tell me that you won't go

I have a fridge full of food and an empty room.

If two people live far away and one of them is no good at the phone where does the good go?

I'm lonely the second after I decide that I need to be alone.

Don't talk to me about simple things.