OMG – the sky just went black and we are having a monsoon to end all monsoons – thank god they cancelled all the parades – this is not fit for woman or beast – it’s gnarly.
Archive for January, 2008
Muses has officially called off parade this evening and is now rolling at 8PM on Friday – everything shifts.
Loca turned one year old on January 21st – the vet sent her a birthday card a little belated because I just put down some arbitrary date on her info card. Since she found me on July 21, 2007 and Dr. Ghere said she was six months old, I just backtracked. But I think January 21st is a good date – it makes her an Aquarius – why not?
Jane took this photo when she was out here:
Check out this forecast – it’s almost February here and it’s Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday it is supposed to be 74 degrees – Hallelujah!
When you say I “drive you crazy,” what does that mean? Does it mean a) you want to fuck me, b) you want to fuck with me, or c) you want me to fuck off? I ask you this because you keep telling me I drive you crazy but I’m not quite sure what you mean unless it is the kind of crazy I feel about you – that kind of crawling out of my skin craziness – and if it is the way we both feel, then what is the question?
If you answer a – then do you mean just once, or again with feeling?
If you answer b – then I ask you to quit because I may seem like a big strong girl but in reality I bleed just like you.
If you answer c – then why do you come around and look at me like you do – with longing and desire?
Put down your ideal scenario for a mate on paper and then watch what happens. I was speaking to a woman today who was in a bad relationship and she went to hear music and while she was grooving to this great band, the man she would marry four years later was grooving next to her. And she inherited two lovely children, 6 and 8 years old, too boot. I told her that she had found my ideal mate – to meet someone while listening to music you love and they come with insta-family. But she said, whoa Nelly, I never wanted children. I wasn’t looking for a man because I was sick of the one I had. He was not the ideal scenario at the time. Even though it turned out good, it wasn’t what I was looking for. And I said don’t you just know it – my ideal partner now looks a lot different than the one I had sketched out for myself a year ago or even six months ago – very different, I must say. It’s like E said last time I had a session with her – you might be able to check off all the items on your list with a person, but if they don’t connect to what’s inside of you, nothing on that list matters.
The list started looking a little pale last October and by November I decided to chuck my outline of an ideal mate because the one who had the most checks ended up being a fig newton of my imagination.
Mardi Gras is fully underway and every day there is a parade to negotiate and/or attend and in the meantime, there are the ten hours of work to put in, there is the prep for the party (you must throw at least one during Mardi Gras), there is the tireless social calendar that you have to adhere to, the costumes you have to invent and pull together, and at the end of the long day, I must say, there is little to no rest for the weary and the only thing that keeps you going and going is the mantra that you repeat endlessly – I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Maureen Dowd nailed the real reason why I will give Obama my vote this year – I have tried to stand by my woman, Hilary, but I’m moving farther and farther away. This year I vowed not to give my vote on the abortion platform, and instead have made it the Just Say No To War platform, the only one with balls to say no, was Obama – clang clang clang.
Yesterday 74 degrees and balmy. Today 40s and cold wind – walking through the park this morning – moon high in the sky – Japanese magnolias blooming – me wrapped in scarf, gloves and hat and freezing.