sorry bout that bruce -
"...if PMS were as effective of a syndrome as it were a punchline - THAT would never be a question"
(sorry, man, it gets a little blue)
welcome the harpy -
and please let her tell the Blossman I wrote this response to the first blog i read -
"Right ON!"
, sista!
Enough said.
(ooh, yeah, and friday. we will meet at the docks, as instructed)
Frank, i hope you're cool. i'm gonna call ya.
Rock over Manhattan, rock over London.
Pontiac, designed for action.
-wesley willis
Thursday, August 11, 2005
This one's for you, Bruce:
Rhetoric is a pretty smart word for a stupid question.
(material ain't easy to come by these days for me too, dude. as i'm in the middle of compiling my comedy notes to get back onstage soon, i felt it appropriate to dedicate my first new original joke ever blogged
to my bridesman)
frank, hope you are faring like they fare when they fare fair to super fair
talk soon
and farewell
Rhetoric is a pretty smart word for a stupid question.
(material ain't easy to come by these days for me too, dude. as i'm in the middle of compiling my comedy notes to get back onstage soon, i felt it appropriate to dedicate my first new original joke ever blogged
to my bridesman)
frank, hope you are faring like they fare when they fare fair to super fair
talk soon
and farewell
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Ah-ha! Leave it to JayC to occupy my man long enough for me to get my bloggers back in the link show!
Since I've been slackin' on updating ye ole wedding website, I figured I'd throw in my first blogger photos while the Pirate geekdom continues into this fine morn.
More to come on www.joelanddeannegetmarried.com, but till that DnD all-nighter happens again...
Since I've been slackin' on updating ye ole wedding website, I figured I'd throw in my first blogger photos while the Pirate geekdom continues into this fine morn.
More to come on www.joelanddeannegetmarried.com, but till that DnD all-nighter happens again...
Friday, August 05, 2005
Aw, DUDE, Now I'm BLAZIN' HOT pissed!
I should have known the new format would kick off all my JAMMIN' links to other JAMMIN' blogsters,
but I didn't, so that bites the asshole of the hand that stole my rent money.
I will see to it that I find the time to reconnect, find all blogpages old and new, get to know all of you - all over again, for the first time,
and it will feel like the very first time...
just like the feeling Foreigner sings about EVERY goddamn day on the radio station I've been listening to 8-ish to 4:00 pm (sharp) for the last 5 fucking years STRAIGHT.
Sorry, don't like change when it unexpectedly takes up my time, or has a bad soundtrack.
Guess I could get Blog link "selective" and only figure out how to add those who post more than what enables a large group to gather and quote in person: "I have a quirky sense of humor."
That's bull, though.
I'll not have the time to include ANY clicking fool out there on my linkage that types about even other Deannes.
Sucks too, cause people with my name usually are Fucking CRAZY muthas - identified by a capital "A" following the Upper cased prefix that only beings a positive when DE-lightful, DE-licious, (or DE-frocked... sorry, personal favorite).
I still identify with my name as I did as a child - I was given a fabric doll that was so large we exchanged clothing - Raggedy Anne.
Ragged Deanne.
So fine, I never see me leaving by the back door -
because I can't afford a place with one -
++++
restless tonight, and not making much sense, but don't fucking care
worked on comedy tonight - that's good - it's sounding real good-
with Joel and I making the pact - "that-if-it-makes-you-feel-like-throwing-up-don't-do-it"- i have straightened out my issues-s-s with the theatre, but grow more and more aware each day i look at 8:00 digitally daring me to stay or go vomit, that the job needs to change ASAP
we have decided putting the wedding loot into a bank CD, and using it when we have the time to not be fucking shafted (by our FRIENDS!), and the time to force our finances to be stable (in the wake of the wedding, job changes, etc.)
a little confessional, i suppose. i did have a strong goal set on a house by Dec. - and we could have, but not with our full attention, money, or security of knowing we were making a right decision - which for anyone who knows us, doesn't exist -
i even had close friends pressuring me right and left for a quick loan connection, so quick that they wanted my info quicker than they were sure that Joel should be included on the paperwork...
anyway, learning a lot about marriage, i guess, but more about life.
pisses me off a bit that all of my debt and hard times, and not pursuing better employment or my callings, would actually be just all fucking dandy by me if it weren't for Joel. hey, it's cool, we're happy, yeah, poor me, BUT if I didn't already have my shit together as a CHICK at age 30 - you think I'm doin' backflips having to start REALLY fast at 32?! - cause now it's official and shit -
I have to get my life.
As pathetic as I think that I had to have someone else be involved for my own incentive to succeed as an individual, I am thankful that I still think I can.
Even after today, even after this morning, even during this re-lapse, even before I leave for a job I live to quit...in an hour.
I still want to.
That's a plus, right?
I still think I can.
That's all that matters, right?
Thanks, folks!
Try the veal buffet,
I used to be there all week,
hosting the open mic,
it was good then.
++++
Fuck you, Hatchell.
++++
with a lot of my ventures lately - i have run back into - over and over - comedy -
even being up late - i worked on it -
i am seething to perform again
it is my redemption
======
funny, that after all these years with the knowledge that writing humor was the only thing i couldn't stop doing - even after i stopped performing
it may have been redemption all along
incessantly
------
you all know how to pratt laugh, right?
right?
I should have known the new format would kick off all my JAMMIN' links to other JAMMIN' blogsters,
but I didn't, so that bites the asshole of the hand that stole my rent money.
I will see to it that I find the time to reconnect, find all blogpages old and new, get to know all of you - all over again, for the first time,
and it will feel like the very first time...
just like the feeling Foreigner sings about EVERY goddamn day on the radio station I've been listening to 8-ish to 4:00 pm (sharp) for the last 5 fucking years STRAIGHT.
Sorry, don't like change when it unexpectedly takes up my time, or has a bad soundtrack.
Guess I could get Blog link "selective" and only figure out how to add those who post more than what enables a large group to gather and quote in person: "I have a quirky sense of humor."
That's bull, though.
I'll not have the time to include ANY clicking fool out there on my linkage that types about even other Deannes.
Sucks too, cause people with my name usually are Fucking CRAZY muthas - identified by a capital "A" following the Upper cased prefix that only beings a positive when DE-lightful, DE-licious, (or DE-frocked... sorry, personal favorite).
I still identify with my name as I did as a child - I was given a fabric doll that was so large we exchanged clothing - Raggedy Anne.
Ragged Deanne.
So fine, I never see me leaving by the back door -
because I can't afford a place with one -
++++
restless tonight, and not making much sense, but don't fucking care
worked on comedy tonight - that's good - it's sounding real good-
with Joel and I making the pact - "that-if-it-makes-you-feel-like-throwing-up-don't-do-it"- i have straightened out my issues-s-s with the theatre, but grow more and more aware each day i look at 8:00 digitally daring me to stay or go vomit, that the job needs to change ASAP
we have decided putting the wedding loot into a bank CD, and using it when we have the time to not be fucking shafted (by our FRIENDS!), and the time to force our finances to be stable (in the wake of the wedding, job changes, etc.)
a little confessional, i suppose. i did have a strong goal set on a house by Dec. - and we could have, but not with our full attention, money, or security of knowing we were making a right decision - which for anyone who knows us, doesn't exist -
i even had close friends pressuring me right and left for a quick loan connection, so quick that they wanted my info quicker than they were sure that Joel should be included on the paperwork...
anyway, learning a lot about marriage, i guess, but more about life.
pisses me off a bit that all of my debt and hard times, and not pursuing better employment or my callings, would actually be just all fucking dandy by me if it weren't for Joel. hey, it's cool, we're happy, yeah, poor me, BUT if I didn't already have my shit together as a CHICK at age 30 - you think I'm doin' backflips having to start REALLY fast at 32?! - cause now it's official and shit -
I have to get my life.
As pathetic as I think that I had to have someone else be involved for my own incentive to succeed as an individual, I am thankful that I still think I can.
Even after today, even after this morning, even during this re-lapse, even before I leave for a job I live to quit...in an hour.
I still want to.
That's a plus, right?
I still think I can.
That's all that matters, right?
Thanks, folks!
Try the veal buffet,
I used to be there all week,
hosting the open mic,
it was good then.
++++
Fuck you, Hatchell.
++++
with a lot of my ventures lately - i have run back into - over and over - comedy -
even being up late - i worked on it -
i am seething to perform again
it is my redemption
======
funny, that after all these years with the knowledge that writing humor was the only thing i couldn't stop doing - even after i stopped performing
it may have been redemption all along
incessantly
------
you all know how to pratt laugh, right?
right?
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