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| Days and Nights in Green House Holmes: |
[08 Nov 2006|02:07am] |
the button says "Update Journal", and here is the update.
[[[the state of things has become the stasis of things, where status went with the apparatus out the window down the street and is currently projecting cat calls at the thing who's gender is still under suspicion.
[[[this is what happiness looks like:
[[[tommy kelly has sparked my interest in the beats and i'm only sad kerouac died so young and i'm only diappointed bukowski detested women so goddamn much and i'm only excited i know who half of them are.
[[[this is what energy looks like:
[[[i miss eva petrakos and i'm sincerely upset our last accidental meeting in the frozen food section in meijers seemed to have such an awkward undertone, i remember discovering loving love and thinking it was so new and perfect for such a simple concept.
[[[this is what friendship looks like:
[[[hamtramck is what it says on an envelope that might contain a return address with my name above it, it says holmes street too, so my home is on holmes. my house matches my eyes perfectly, i never thought that would happen. our house is birthing antiques.
[[[this is what a secret looks like:
[[[somewhere between halloween and el dia de los muertos, we had our eight month anniversary. he told me he wanted me to be the mommy of his children and i picked out a real engagement ring. it has diamonds and emeralds and it's prettier than i am. we share the green house with tommy kelly and jason edgil, and surprisingly enough, i love them too. they're swell guys who need a good woman, so if anyone knows any, look us up.
[[[this is what my lover looks like:
[[[i am happy. he's happy too. it's like the first date everyday. i can't top that.
Update up days we can't beat.
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| nothing good can be said of a man who looks yellow in a photograph... |
[09 Apr 2006|07:44pm] |
always the upper my deep down downer days are over down the road and roll me over/rub my belly softly tell me
we were born in darker days....
[[[we made love three times before 3pm today]]]
i look at these limp wrists and wonder - was there ever a masochistic streak/a bone in this body wrecked and bent on wrecking and checking out punishments on heart and hands and knees/was there ever a sociopath in me?
[[a blue eyed boy meets a green eyed girl]ain't love the sweetest thing?]
beyond this, the sign at the Dew Drop Inn says No Vacancies...thank god. (for this, and our long legs too)
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[22 Feb 2006|10:13pm] |
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[29 Jan 2006|08:38pm] |
attention boys and girls: i got dumped today! woooooooo-hooooooooo!!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!! fuck yeah!!!!!!!!
this paves the way for the one and only
Heather's New and Improved List of Dating Criteria:
1. no more spineless pussies. sorry guys, but if your sense of masculinity smells like seafood, you unfortunately NO LONGER qualify to take me out on a date. take a fucking chance in your life, grow some real balls, stop getting all teary-eyed, and you just may find yourself next in line to be my fella!
2. no uncircumcised men...i don't particularly put a whole lot of stock in the bible, but that whole covenant thing may have had some merit to it.
3. no more men who are confused about their sexuality. if you can't find the pussy in a geiger painting, find your way out the door instead.
4. no more men in martial arts. i think this one speaks for itself.
5. no more socially inept creepy mother fuckers. if you can't carry on a conversation with my friends without embarrassing me, just don't talk at all. sit there and look pretty and you might just improve your chances.
6. no more virgins. done.
7. it's called compromise, learn it, love it!
friends one and all, send me love, i'm tender =)
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| go go go |
[13 Jan 2006|03:34pm] |
www.postsecret.com
go.
fucking awesome sweet ass sweet things coming up/going on:
-triplets of bellville type band playing at cadieux cafe feb. 7th
-breakfast on pluto playing at the main art theater this week
-naughty nurses and sex therapists fridays at sevin
-raspberry syrup on sale at meijer
-TAXES! fuck yeah!
(don't you wish you were me?!)
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[09 Jan 2006|12:43am] |
do yourself a favor:
watch jenny mcarthy's movie "dirty love"
best use of aunt flo EVER
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[07 Jan 2006|02:51pm] |
i am the only one who forgot that my birthday is in three days.
that's a first.
i got a birthday card from my gramma and was wondering why the hell i was getting a birthday card in...oh yeah...it's january...
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| New York for New Years: |
[02 Jan 2006|04:12pm] |
saving time, just the highlights:
stumbled into an unmarked artist's pit in soho, caught him preaching in a bicycle helmet:
checked out his art:
and his dozing visitor:
checked out central park west:
went to the museum of modern art and finally saw an edward hopper in person:
found eva's place:
climbed out onto the ledge of some record producer's window during his new year's party in soho:
saw the statue of liberty (yeah, she's in there somewhere):
and took a moment to eat ice cream in times square on new years day:
i even rode the subway. happy fucking new year =)
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[29 Dec 2005|03:12pm] |
off to new york for new years...don't you wish you were me...
be back the second of january.
bye kids.
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| oh there's more of my needs on google everyday =) |
[04 Dec 2005|10:17pm] |
Heather needs a cape to tire her bull and prepare it for the kill.
Heather needs some special attention.
Heather Needs Some Play.
Heather needs to find the right balance between emotions and logic.
Heather needs a variety of intellectual pursuits.
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[01 Dec 2005|04:34pm] |
(i stole this from amy who stole this from chelsea...it is perty effin' funny)
***Type "(your name) needs" into Google and list the top ten results.***
Heather needs men...now!
Heather needs two therapists.
Heather needs a rest.
Heather needs a family who will commit to her one hundred percent.
Heather needs a childhood.
Heather needs an environment that allows her to follow her own instincts and ambitions.
Heather needs to jump out them blue jeans and show us that fat ass!
Heather needs to start wearing a brassiere.
(that's enough i think.)
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[27 Nov 2005|02:24am] |
i am cheating. i am eating taco bell like a mad woman...carmel apple empanadas...holy fuck.
oh man.
sweet apple goodness. go get yourself some.
like now.
eat and be merry and read a good book, goddamit!
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[11 Nov 2005|07:37pm] |
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today is kurt vonnegut's 83rd birthday! yay! celebrate!
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[26 Oct 2005|08:54pm] |
i have great news. life is good. i am happy. happy as pie.
sweetness abounds.
and today, while calling names of random customers to go back to the pharmacy to pick up their prescriptions, i swear to all the gods that i do not really believe in, i heard the pharmacist say the words:
"tyler durden to the pharmacy...tyler durden, your prescription is ready"
hmmm...
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[19 Oct 2005|10:14am] |
i have the plague...again. my temperature is high enough to start making me delirious...well, at least it was through the night.
i smell like being sick...time to take some pills and take a shower =(
send me love and kisses and tell me you hope i get better!!!
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| "mommy, this is fun..." |
[18 Oct 2005|10:39am] |
yesterday morning i had lots of fun with my camera phone in a cemetery...fall is fantastic
oh yeah...and i managed to beat up a boy...i am awesome!
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| how much does a polar bear weigh? |
[13 Oct 2005|02:21pm] |
*one* i saved my mother from the hassle of having to throw me out by leaving right before she was about to. i am now a couch surfer until tarrah gets back to me...where has that girl gone anyway?
*two* my holiday took an interesting twist, and although it really looked like it was about to end in a very horrible, depressing way, it ended with what may quite posssibly be the best four hours i've ever wasted on a telephone conversation.
*three* my holiday also now has a name, thanks to davis (piso_de_oberon). it is now The Delusion of Being Someone Special Day, and considering davis' last entry, i don't think i'm the only one who will be celebrating it =) it can be a national holiday in the nation of davis and heather
*four* i have decided that i don't like the philosophy "live every day as though it were your last...". instead, i think i'd like to live every day as though i'll live forever. i like caring about what happens next week, next month, next year. i like planning for the future. i like working on something knowing that even though the outcome is far away, i'm working at it for a reason. fuck living every day like it's your last, live every day like you actually give a damn about the next. it makes the day a lot more fun...
*five* i remember some time ago a friend of ninjas asked me if she could use one of my quotes in an art project...i don't know if she ever actually did, but remembering the quote i wrote so long ago in some long abandoned, unfinished poem....i smile and smile and smile =)
[i am in this for dragons, anything less and i will be gracelessly dissatisfied...]
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| name my holiday... |
[12 Oct 2005|04:50pm] |
i have named today a new holiday, i just can't remember what it was. it was witty..ever so clever, and now it's gone.
it started with tuffy, hung over and ready to die at eight o'clock this morning, looking every bit a corpse in his little white photo tech coat. poor tuffy. then three energy pills jumped into the gaping abyss that is his mouth, and before i knew it, i had accidentally seen a shot of what i can only presume was his beaming black asshole on his digital camera. and then an announcement about the enema he was going to go give himself in the bathroom in just eight minutes, and the story of the very first enema he ever gave himself at 12 years old with his auntie's douche.
ouch.
before nine a.m. even had a chance to arrive (looking somewhat less like a big, hungover, gay black man) i rung up a man for twenty caffeine pills, 10 condoms, and a can of cheese whiz. "my 82 year old uncle is getting married today ((who get's married on a wednesday anyway?)) and this is his honeymoon package...truthfully, do you think this is inappropriate?"
then tuffy started farting like there was no tomorrow, making the room smell like something had crawled up into his ass and died...which is totally possible (the picture showed no noticeable evidence).
and i must say...ladies of clawson...when you come up to the cash register buying over the counter medication for your yeast infection, i don't need to hear about all the slimey details of your nether regions...no, really. i don't talk to you about my vagina, and i'd really like it if you didn't talk to me about yours, especially now that it's under the weather...thanks.
so...back to the beginning...today is a holiday...OFFICIALLY! october 12th is now a national holiday in the nation of heather. for the rest of my life, i will request this day off (i'm not kidding) so that i will not have to deal with the public on someone else's time. october 12th, for as long as i live, will be a guaranteed 24 hours of my time. it's not that people can't be great, it's just that they weren't great today...by a lot.
it is now 4:50...and if i have to sit through another story that immediately brings the letters T.M.I. to mind, i am going straight to bed. i don't care how early it is. happy holidays.
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