The sea the water all that is mine, is me and mine Glad u like my stuff. Admire be inspired if u steal from me ur fukking toast
oh lovelies
Monday, September 24, 2007
so I was followed, yet again
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
new harassment cheer
hey you mr. harasser
come any closer I'm gonna kick your asser!
come up to me and gyrate
you think you have the right?
you don't have the right
cause I'm gonna stand up and fight
stand too close, lookin at me
you think you have the right?
you don't have the right
cause whose night is it, my night!
tired of your "scoring"
it's getting really boring
I don't get out of bed for you
so yeah you know what to do!
I'll modify some more.....later
and this, to the tune of American Life by Madonna
(regarding the two-facedness and censorship, we've been subject to; ....)
The New Morality (ok, the band SFA had an album with this title gotta give credit where it's due but I wrote my own version)
Do I have to change my words?
did I go too far?
do I have to make up lies?
will the camera make me a star?
I sometimes was a nun
I sometimes was a whore
I sometimes was a wreck
I had to be the best
I guess I did it wrong
that's why I'm singing this song
this new morality
is it for real?
this new morality
nothing is free
so I went to a meeting
looking for sympathy
a little company
another female friend
it's more easily said
it's always been this way
this new morality
is it for real
this new morality
nothing is free
new morality
I live the new morality
you are not what you seem
you are not just a dream
I tried to get ahead
tried to tell them off
tried to change them all
somehow I forgot
just who I did it for
and why I wanted more
this new morality
is it for real
this new morality
nothing is free
(the rap part I'm working on...hmm....suggestions?)
From the web site
From the web site
boycott Procter & Gamble
P&G products to boycott
List up-to-date as of March 2006
A | Ace ~ laundry |
B | Baldessarini ~ fragrance |
C | Camay ~ soap |
D | Daz ~ laundry |
E | Eukanuba ~ pet food |
F | Fairy ~ various cleaning products |
G | Gillette ~ shaving products |
H | Head & Shoulders ~ shampoos |
I | IAMS ~ pet food |
J | Jean Patou/Joy ~ fragrances |
L | Lacoste ~ fragrance |
M | Max Factor ~ make up |
N | Nice n Easy ~ hair dye |
O | Olay ~ skin care |
P | Pampers ~ disposable nappies |
S | Silvikrin ~ hair care |
T | Tampax ~ feminine hygiene |
V | Viakal ~ bathroom cleaner |
W | Wash n Go ~ shampoo |
Z | Zest ~ soap |
just because you find me interesting doesn't mean you're entitled to me
I'm so sick of people staring at me .................. or whatever it is. This may come as a shock, but I'm not out here to entertain you, at least not right now. Just because I'm out in public doesn't give you a right to invade my space which includes leering at me when I'm not responding to you--that in itself is a hint. I don't need whole families staring at me and smiling at me--I hate that, I really do--when I just want to be left to my own business. I know, I know, they're trying to be friendly and they're well-meaning. Sometimes, though--people's good intentions are worse than bad ones. Someone once made a comment that people's "friendliness" is a way of them asserting their power, something like that. It's the mask of friendliness. Beneath the exterior....if you don't respond then the niceness turns to anger and they call you a bitch or threaten you, sometimes. Is that a friend? Why should I be your friend? Why do you automatically assume that I'm grateful to have you in my life or that I even want you in it? What have you done for me? Even if they DO do something for me, that's a power gesture as well. A friendship is selfless....it's hard to attain and it's something that builds up over time. Only time will tell who is a friend and who is not. Why should I trust you? What have you done to prove your trustworthiness? People do have hidden agendas, at times. And furthermore, my life is none of your business. A true friend respects that--boundaries. You have to have standards--and privacy--that's a form of asserting your own power, or getting others to respect you. When someone has power over another and doesn't respect their boundaries--even if it's in a "friendly" way, or especially--that's a way of .............. It's worse when people say, "I'm only trying to be your friend," and appear hurt, innocent, bewildered.....than if they're outright hostile even though the hostility is underneath the surface. Underneath it all they're resentful, that you're doing something independent of them. Just my take on it. And the "innocence" on their part is a way to make themselves appear as nice even when they may not really be. Or maybe they are genuine--but I can tell when someone is and when someone isn't--when they are then I can forgive it and live with it; but many times they're not.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
or something
Saturday, September 15, 2007
he got what he wanted
I say I'm over him, but sometimes in my worse moods I think of him, imagine myself telling him to go lie down in front of a bus. Or worse. Sometimes I still feel that same anger. Other times, nothing. Not like, love, hate, anger....nothing.
So.
I went to this anti war march today in dc. Just got back. I'm physically and mentally fatigued. People were arrested. I read the Tarot cards last night about this march, asking if I should go, and got the Devil card. One of the meanings of the Devil is imprisonment, or chains. I figured that was a way of saying arrests would be made. Thing is, this didn't go according to plan, to me. I ended up ditching these people I was with. It wasn't my intention. But one thing led to another and I ended up on the other side of town, in Chinatown. I had developed some.....complications that were making it almost impossible for me to jump up and down and cheer. I had to get medicine, and food. Not that I want to write about this much. But those are painful. I had to do something about it. The people I was with were not happy. I couldn't make a call because my phone died, and there was no way to even call from a pay phone. I couldn't really explain the whole story. I said I had some medical problems and I don't think I was believed. Not just that: it was a boring protest where people just sat in the grass, and there weren't enough crazy people or anarchists or artists people who make these things worthwhile. I give credit where it's due: so many people, including the war vets--who I really liked and have total respect and admiration for--I mean young guys who had returned from Iraq and Afghanistan--and others like me who sacrificed a part of their lives and money as well and woke at the crack of dawn to come down there and stand up for a cause they believe in and I'm not writing about them. They made this worth it and reassured me that, despite everything, I was doing the right thing. But the energy of this protest was democratic and these fucking speeches......how many is too many? Especially when I couldn't understand anyone. I can't get into camping out on the grass. Then my problem started flaring up and I couldn't ignore it and I needed coffee and food. I have to have coffee in the morning. I am a brat, I was a little bitch for what I did.....I really didn't mean to do it. But "it" wasn't there somehow. I don't know. Although it had its good moments.