So I was thinking about some things during work today and was trying to figure out what has really kept me going these past couple of months. What were the things that always could make me feel better without fail while I was going through all these changes and all these fights. It came down to a few things. The Beatles, Writing, and Queer As Folk.
Sooo... years from now, when my children ask me how I handled the divorce, what the heck am I supposed to tell them? I got through it by listening to songs that were written while on acid, by writing about disfunctional relationships and men who used the word fuck every chance they got, and by watching gay men on tv go at each other. That was my therapy.
Note to future self. Never share this with you children.
Sooo... years from now, when my children ask me how I handled the divorce, what the heck am I supposed to tell them? I got through it by listening to songs that were written while on acid, by writing about disfunctional relationships and men who used the word fuck every chance they got, and by watching gay men on tv go at each other. That was my therapy.
Note to future self. Never share this with you children.
- Mood:
amused - Music:This Years Love by David Gray
Alright, despite the crap day that I just had, there is one thing that has just made it better. As I sit upstairs right now, readying myself for bed, I can hear the Beatles playing quite loudly in the house next door. I think I'll keep my window open tonight and fall asleep to that instead of the sound of my own breathing. :)
EDIT: They're now singing "Baby It's You" at the top of their lungs. LOL I'm pretty sure its a homosexual couple next door too. All I hear is mens laughter, no women around. :) That just makes my night
EDIT 2: Wow they're drunk...
EDIT: They're now singing "Baby It's You" at the top of their lungs. LOL I'm pretty sure its a homosexual couple next door too. All I hear is mens laughter, no women around. :) That just makes my night
EDIT 2: Wow they're drunk...
- Mood:
amused - Music:Tell Me What You See The Beatles
So as I laid reclined in the Dentist chair this morning, watching the “many scenes of Oregon” flit by across the television set above me, I couldn’t help but notice how the picture of a various sort of shoes stood crooked before me. It lead me to wonder if they do this on purpose to make people like me sit and contemplate things like this to stave off the eventual boredom that will ensue, or if I simply was the only one to realize that this little picture was crooked.
Also, have you ever noticed how Dentist offices are green and white? Is this a standard color across the nation for these men, or is it simply a thing that was made law in Oregon alone? Do they figure that they must bang us over the head again and again that we have tree’s sprouting up all over the place? I don’t get it.
As the doctor came in, poking and jamming at my teeth and scrapping against it to make that highly irritated screeching sound that made my leg twitch, he spouted off plenty of words that sounded vaguely Suessian to my ears. Apparently, this Suesian language equaled bad for me though and was no longer the wild eyed delight of my childhood as he explained that I needed to have several fillings and such to correct nerve damage. Well, yeah. I haven’t been to the dentist for five years? There was no way in hell I was going to get away scott free. Especially since the little plaque monsters have been playing the mamba against my left side of my teeth for over a month.
I must admit though, that Maxwell’s Silver Hammer did run through my head more often than not and it was only when Eric Clapton came on did his soothing words about changing the world beat back the images of a slimy Paul McCartney taking shape of my doctor and pulling out all my teeth while I was still wide awake.
Also, have you ever noticed how Dentist offices are green and white? Is this a standard color across the nation for these men, or is it simply a thing that was made law in Oregon alone? Do they figure that they must bang us over the head again and again that we have tree’s sprouting up all over the place? I don’t get it.
As the doctor came in, poking and jamming at my teeth and scrapping against it to make that highly irritated screeching sound that made my leg twitch, he spouted off plenty of words that sounded vaguely Suessian to my ears. Apparently, this Suesian language equaled bad for me though and was no longer the wild eyed delight of my childhood as he explained that I needed to have several fillings and such to correct nerve damage. Well, yeah. I haven’t been to the dentist for five years? There was no way in hell I was going to get away scott free. Especially since the little plaque monsters have been playing the mamba against my left side of my teeth for over a month.
I must admit though, that Maxwell’s Silver Hammer did run through my head more often than not and it was only when Eric Clapton came on did his soothing words about changing the world beat back the images of a slimy Paul McCartney taking shape of my doctor and pulling out all my teeth while I was still wide awake.
So, I've graduated and I finally have time to document all the crazy stuff that's been going on in my life that I want to remember. So the next few days of updating for me will probably just be trips down memory lane for my own benifit as I try to put into words my last few weeks of senior year.
John's penis makes a cameo by the way. :)
If you read this, I fear for you, because you are about to get a little insight into my life with my friends and how I’m becoming way too… free so to speak. LOL
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John's penis makes a cameo by the way. :)
If you read this, I fear for you, because you are about to get a little insight into my life with my friends and how I’m becoming way too… free so to speak. LOL
( Read more... )
- Mood:
sick
I've been saying all year that this summer is going to be my "Summer of Love". It's the longest summer of my life and I plan to make the best of it and I plan to have the time of my life. It is my version of The Summer Of Love. Low and behold, it turns out that fourty years ago today was the official summer of love!!!! It all falls into my master plan. So, ladies and... ladies, welcome to my version of "The Summer of Love"
- Mood:
loved - Music:Getting Better
