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mmm!

Filed under: General — meia on Wednesday, September 27, 2000 @ 12:14 pm


mmm! I’m EATING A SANDWICH I MADE LAST NIGHT. I PUT SO MUCH RED PEPPER ON THE CHICKEN I WAS COUGHING AND CHOKING JUST COOKING IT! IT TASTES DELICIOUS! I SHOULD PUT DIFFERENT SPICES ON IT EVER WEEK SO IT DOESN’T GET OLD.

IT’S DAVID!!! LET’S DANCE! GRR! R!

OH! HE RELEASED A NEW CD YESTERDAY! I’D BETTER BUY IT!!!

A Decent Day

Filed under: General — meia on Tuesday, September 26, 2000 @ 12:30 pm


Hi. I’m sitting here eating lunch. Laura left early today. I asked if she was going to have fun and she said no. :(

(Wild Wild West - Escape Club!) : )

I’m having a decent day today. I feel fine. I woke up feeling fine. I’m really glad. I don’t really feel GREAT or HAPPY or CHEERY or anything, but I don’t feel crappy or negative.

Oh-hhh-h-h, the River welcomes Pearl Jam. I’m sorry, but I don’t think so!

I’m eating a turkey sandwich from Albertson’s. I also got a banana and a water.

COME ON EILEEN is on!!!!!br />
OK, now that THAT’S over with! NIN is on. I’m eating my banana. I can’t believe they had stuff in the eighties. Ooh, Siouxie and the Banchees! Kiss them For Me

I don’t really know what else to talk about. I should cook up that chicken breast in my fridge. So I can make sandwiches with mozzarella, mustard, and tomatoes. I will season them with garlic and lemon pepper. Yum! Season the chicken, that is.

I had some dream about a cat but I don’t remember what it was.

I was a total airhead at work this morning. OH COOL! The Look by Prince!! Cool, now they’re playing Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran. Anyway, at work I had to demand RESPECT!! Just kidding. Anyway, aw. That little girl must have hurt herself at the playground. :( How sad. That reminds me of falling off the equipment of Veteran’s Park when I was little. I remember how I felt when I was falling, I remember how jumbled everything looked as I fell, I remember crying and Nadine holding me and picking me up and Adrian standing there, worried. He was about two or three. Probably three.

Anyway!! I called an MA and left a voice mail asking for a phone #, and right in the middle of my message I realized I had it right in front of me, so I had to say nevermind and hang up. Then I called a bank to ask them to verify funds and when I talked to the lady I realized I didn’t know how much to verify because I hadn’t asked Laura yet! So I hung up and took off my glasses (didn’t feel like messing with contacts today) and rubbed my face for a while. I’m out of it!!

I am so sick of dealing with contacts. I’ve HAD it. I’m ready for eye surgery. When I get health insurance thru Sysco, I’m looking into it.

Touch the Morning

Filed under: Poems — meia on Friday, September 22, 2000 @ 9:16 am

“before the breathing air is gone
before the sun
is just a bright spot in the nighttime
out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone
and take back something worth remembering”

this song belongs to him
because when i hear it
i feel the cool mountain air
i hear the distant sound of water
i see the sun glowing through
the pine trees, and their smell
carries me away
and the sun touches my skin
and warms my body, takes off the chill
from the crisp morning air.

when i hear the song i can see him before me
and he is the sun
and i can see it glowing through his eyes
and it dawns and rises in his face,
and he warms me from the inside out
and i can bury my face in his neck
and smell the pine trees, and breathe
the cold mountain air
and i must hold my breath
because he is so beautiful, and my heart
has stopped, because he is laying beside me.
he is my own forest to explore
he is my own refreshing river, i can hear
the distant water rushing in his sigh
i can see the world in his eyes
i can feel the sun’s rays in his hands
i can touch the morning.

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