| Saturday Night Open Mic |
[Apr. 14th, 2007|10:39 pm]
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Saturday Night Open Mic: for those newcomers who don't know the drill, Saturday Night Open Mic is when I stop talking and start listening. Saturday Night Open Mic is for venting, reporting, talking about your future, dancing, drooling and enumerating the many disturbing and yet seductive ways in which you love me.
Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week. Tell me your ambitions. Tell me one thing you want to have done by year's end. Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful. Tell me what you're listening to right now, tell me what's good, tell me anything you want me to know. Get something off your chest, make me laugh, or simply touch yourself furtively in the dark.
Pictures of your face are good, for I am senile and don't always remember all 3300 of you. Icons of Harry Potter and Legolas oiled up and raping a dragon, not so much.
I have coffee, whisky and the world. Join me.
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CROOKED LITTLE VEIN: August 2007 |
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Today, I went on an anthropological exploration: bridal shower customs of the Long Island middle class. It was nearly the end of me, but fortunately my best friend was there to help drag my paralyzed body away before they laid their eggs in my soft, pulsating entrails.
And I can't wax sardonic about it in my own LJ, because the groom is an old friend of mine (which is the only reason I was invited; I've met the bride maybe twice) and he reads it and I don't want to make him a sad panda.
Am decompressing by drinking, playing doofy PS2 games, and generally acting-out against everything that Ladies Who Lunch stand for. | |
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