Steven's exhibitionism combined with my penchant for trouble
Part diary, part field journal of a somewhat modern girl. books. art. movies. politics. pop culture. travel.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Am I a paranoid doomsayer (and is that a word?)
As I headed downstairs to pick up my second diet coke of the day (peace and happiness reign once again), several thoughts bombarded me.
1. I rely too much on pre-packaged, mass-produced goods.
2. Weather patterns seem to become increasingly erratic (witness another earthquake in Indonesia).
3. The U.S. government is effed up, putting all of its priorities on an obscene war and getting the rich richer.
The world isn't being handled in a sustainable fashion, and I'm tired of contributing to the problem (but so so so don't want to give up my diet coke). I want to have the skills to live off the grid...it may come to that someday. I want to be able to grow my own food and use solar power for my house.
1. I rely too much on pre-packaged, mass-produced goods.
2. Weather patterns seem to become increasingly erratic (witness another earthquake in Indonesia).
3. The U.S. government is effed up, putting all of its priorities on an obscene war and getting the rich richer.
The world isn't being handled in a sustainable fashion, and I'm tired of contributing to the problem (but so so so don't want to give up my diet coke). I want to have the skills to live off the grid...it may come to that someday. I want to be able to grow my own food and use solar power for my house.
Monday, March 28, 2005
How come a weekend without rest doesn't feel like a weekend?
Don't get me wrong. I had a perfectly nice weekend. I just feel like I didn't get enough relaxation time. Isn't that the point of a weekend? The kicker was Friday night. After work (the Barn...not AR) I joined some of the gang at O'Tooles in Centerville. Little did I know that this is where all of Fairfax County under the age of 35 goes on a Friday night. OMG! Vicki warned me the place was a "meet" market, but I didn't even fathom how right she was. Call me naive, but this was so unlike the bars I've typically frequented. I've never seen so many people in one place trying so hard to hook up with each other. I felt like all I needed was a different outfit, a couple of drinks and to give a wink to some random someone, and I would have had a bed to hop into besides my own (NOTE:THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED.) I truly believe there was someone there for everyone. Anway, the place was a weird combination of fun and sad. Fun because I had a blast laughing at the folks I came with and laughing at the mating antics of some of the other people there. It was also fun because it was such a lively atmosphere that sany with possibilities. Sad because people seemed to think they had to try so hard (and sometimes so foolishly) to get the attention of the opposite sex. Flirting is one thing but rubbing your ass in 4 different guys crotches (esp. while not on the dance floor) seems a bit over the top. The smell of desperation clung to some of those women, and it bummed me out.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Herbicide
Their screams are so faint that no one hears them. While we're all locked in our glass towers or shopping with the kids, they're being felled one by one with the heavy machinery of Catapillar. The once lush landscape is suddenly naked and aware of its own fragility.
I like trees. They provide shade on a hot day...a place to park your picnic blanket or rest your back after a long walk. Sprawl is rapidly killing the trees. Fair Lakes lost another grove this month, as the machinery moved in to mow them down. Now my drive to work is marred with the pock-marked earth just asking for new development. This pisses me off. Why does everybody have to live in the freaking suburbs? I know I do, but I apologize every day for what I do.
I like trees. They provide shade on a hot day...a place to park your picnic blanket or rest your back after a long walk. Sprawl is rapidly killing the trees. Fair Lakes lost another grove this month, as the machinery moved in to mow them down. Now my drive to work is marred with the pock-marked earth just asking for new development. This pisses me off. Why does everybody have to live in the freaking suburbs? I know I do, but I apologize every day for what I do.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Chipped nail polish
I'm a chipped nail polish kind of girl. You know the kind....the one who can never pull everything together just right. Her polish chips on the 2nd day. Maybe her shoes aren't quite the right color or style. Hair is always a little fucked up, makeup smudged or not there at all. Yep, that's me. I'll never be one of those perfect girls or truly hip or quirky in a good way. It's kind of like Mimi sings in Rent...you gotta "...take me for who I am."
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
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