fabusplody

i didn't go away, just back to my original journal, cydniey
so if you'd like to go check it out, please do
i whine a lot and am rarely clever
but i'm still cute and very active in . . .
whatever activities i'm up to

i miss kelli

okay look you pro-lifers, No One "embraces" abortion. what the pro-choice movement embraces is CHOICE. stop making yourselves look stupid just so you can use gorier words.

fancy food show hi-lites

color me hungry
i wonder how they taste compared to marzipan

am i the only sentient being in adulthood (chronologically, of course) in the known universe that loves jar jar binx?

a rousing example of the things doc and i argue about

why i have been obsessing over kasey's death.
it is because i knew she was being abused
and there was nothing i could do
but pray she'd wait it out until next month
but i wasn't allowed contact with her
i wasn't able to tell her iw as waiting
waiting to heal her
but i couldn't stop her pain
i was never able to be any use to her
and i can't stop tripper's pain either

this is the longest silence there has ever been from my family
you'd think i would be relieved
there used to be a person who would attack me in my old journal about not doing anything to help.
maybe knowing this, seeing it, and feeling how fucking painful the pure guilt is, i can start to get over it . . .

siobhan sent me, among other pretty things (like a ribbon for shag and things for my secret project and this gourgeous box covered with feathers), an acrylic star with a slight purple hue, capruted in the middle is an etching of an angel. i wept openly when i discoverd it.

i think the next time i see dirk vermin i will talk to him about designing a black guardian angel tattoo for my shoulder. i trust him and i plan to have him do all my work eventually. but i really feel the need to start with this one.

i'm gonna go find someone to buy me a drink.

if you listen really closely you can hear world leaders all over the planet saying,
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"oh yeah?" . . . "yeah!!" . . . .
"let's get lunch"

have you ever seen the bugs bunny cartoon where he draws a line in the dirt and dares yosemite sam to cross it, sam does and bugs draws another line, and so on . . .

imagine saddam in a red handlebar mustache and baby bush in rabbit ears.

i know saddam's dilema, crafty as i am, i just never know what to do with all those empty warheads . . . .

see, i knew i wasn't the only one

thank you markw and siobhan_1!!!!!

yummy presents!! you guys rock!!

i was in a car
i had just gotten into the back seat
my parents were in the front seat
as i got in, the car caught on fire
and then the smoke alarms in our house went off.
i've warned doc about leaving his candles burning
i think his adrenaline rush from that
will teach him a much more lasting lesson
than any amount of my nagging could

dear lord its early

i found the coolest frames at the dollar store today
stuff i could make, but not for a dollar
and i finally found where michaels hides their matte scraps
i have about a dozen frames now

i got duct tape to make a wallet from

i couldn't find the metal jewelry findings i needed
so i found them online

i also found groovy wicker baskets to
be used as drawers in my small shelf
each of them cost the same as a shelf
of the same size over at target, so
i guess i'll be making the drawers
out of that strange wood i scavenged
i think it was wood paneling
real wood . . . painted white.

i also need to pay my webhost,
which means wrestling doc to the floor
and making a grab for his wallet
while explaining hurredly what it's for

we found a cheesesteak place for lunch
the cheesesteak was actually good
great, considering we are no where near philly
they like their cheesesteaks out here with swiss
i just can't dig that groove.

i don't eat kraft singles because the dairy fairy scares me.

"well, baby bush is more stable than his old man was"

"yeah, and i am more stable than my old man, would you like me to call iraq?"

"did you say you wanted orange juice?"

you're jumping to conclusions like i challenged you to hopscotch

need to remember that
don't know why

i found a bag of 'fat' clothes last night
i grabbed a bunch of shirts out of it
since i'm not nearly as fat as i was
they look sort of . . . interesting.

and then i was standing in the living room
doing high side kicks at the crocodiles on TV
i can still do them, but i am out of shape
balance is their only asset to me
in a fight they are useless,
you need too much room for them
swift, close punches are for fighting

i need a heavy bag.
i should check the gym
and see if they put one in.
my upper body strentgth is pitiful
i can't even go beyond ten pushups
boy style
girl style i can do 20
whee
i'm a weakling

my face has finally gotten to me
the dark patches are too annoying
and the acne is just weird
i never really had acne as a kid

i made a fabulous floral thing for my desk yesterday
i got a small silk fern sprig ($2)
a small sprig of silk roses (laying around)
a blue chinese pot (gift from freemind with a lucky bamboo that died)
rocks and marbles (laying around)
i'm quite impressed with myself

i'm going out now.

we have so few solid allies against iraq, you'd think we'd be a bit more concerned about blowing our friends up.

so yeah, i was a little drunker saturday night than i thought. but i had a great time. i had two and a half cocktails (sharing one with the gorgeous R) over three or four hours. there were two broken down easy chairs against one wall. i sat there for an hour or more in obscurity, doc standing and running interference, it's so cute when he does that, but for obvious reasons he's tired of it. he doesn't feel he has to do it when i'm with the queens, and rightly so, they would cut anyone who tried to hurt me. or stomp to death.

i got to michael's today, but now need to go back tomorrow, i learned how to do something else and need supplies for it. plus i forgot the dowel i need. i also need to find the magic time at the post office.

i'm sending out valentines this year to ten people. they will be special and unique. the first ten people to send their snail mail addys to cydniey@hotmail.com wil get their very own.

and now i am going to bed with my floppy dog teal shags.