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You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. - Well then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else." - Herman Hesse
Me
sitting at my desk...jogging pants and a white wife-beater...hair piled up on top of my head...and typing furiously Myself
barefoot...music coming up from the floorboards...bent over a table doing body work on a close friend...loose clothes and stringy hair hanging down on either side of my face...pulled in by the exchange of energy I black combat boots, short skirt...laughing hysterically with my best friend..eating indulgent food drooling over the waiter....feeling life with every inch of my being Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't
matter and those who matter don't mind.
-- Dr. Seuss
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
to make your life more interesting: hear: the vidrines see: Melvin Goes to Dinner touch: yourself (ha!) taste: lip gloss smell: the bubbles at the top of the coke Graphics by: Deanna
 
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
they didn't do it When Josh was in the 7th grade at Lee Jr. High, a couple of his friends got "wrongly accused". I never got the full story as to what exactly happened, I just know that his group of friends were in an uproar about it. Whatever it was that they did is irrelevent. What matters now is the protest that followed. One of the boys decided to make a t-shirt to wear to school. It was a plain white t-shirt with various colored permanent marker on the front stating "Kris and Cody are innocent!" On the back it read, "They didn't do it." The shirt travelled around to various kids and was worn by just about every member of the seventh grade at one point or another. I was doing laundry last night...zoning out and inhaling fresh, warm lint, when I was snapped to attention by a screaming toddler nearby. That's when I noticed that, yes, I was folding the Kris and Cody shirt once again. My son is in high school now! Come on! Will this ever end? The once loose t-shirt is now small enough to fit on his frame like the rest of the tight emo-wear he owns. Did Kris and Cody ever find justice? Do they appreciate that I and countless other moms have laundered this shirt approximately 827 times? How long can this t-shirt possibly stay in circulation? And the more frightening thought: which girlfriend will be wearing it to sleep in first? God, help me. Posted at 12:20 pm by angryalchemist
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