11/17/2004 05:11:10 PM|||Amy|||I have been alternately busy and fucking around today. I spent at least an hour shopping for Egyptian themed Christmas gifts for Bear, and skittering around the internet like a just sprayed roach. I spent $60 bucks and bought a Tut sarcophagus which is roughly an inch and a half long, a bit of papyrus, a calendar, a hieroglyph making thing and some other stuff. Hopefully, these will all ship and Bear will be accordingly pleased/surprised on Christmas morning. Since all of this is coming from Santa, I sure hope Bear doesn’t start reading this website until the fantasy has been trashed.

Do you ever find yourself wishing there really was a Santa, and that he will give you a house on Christmas day just like he did in Miracle on 34th Street? Or do you ever find yourself thinking about buying a pair of black fishnets and getting a sugar daddy just like every other self-respecting, (soon to be) single mother of 3 out there?

I took Bear to his pack meeting last night. I’m getting more used to these things. It’s not all bad. I was really, really sleepy at his meeting last night and I didn’t mind so much about being made to stand in front of a room of strangers and sing silly songs about bug juice to the tune of “On Top of Old Smoky” and some depressing up with the scouts ditty to the tune of “It’s a Small World.” I’m thinking about experimenting with different states of consciousness at the various cub scout meetings/outings/whatever and see if I can make this an even more enjoyable experience for all. I’m not talking about lacing the juice packets with acid – though I think that is what the bug juice song was about. I’m just talking about getting myself all loaded up with a variety of emotions, levels of alertness, chemicals beforehand – a different sort each time. I’m too old, jaded, been through the fog of pain of childbirth too many times to use illegal substances – but maybe there’s something out there that will create a different from the usual effect. Coffee, 48 hour stretches without sleep, something. Anything to mix things up a little.
|||110073325067501723|||I Can't Think of A Goddamned Title For This Post11/22/2004 12:02:41 PM|||Anonymous|||this I have got from William Blake:

The Question Answer'd

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.

(And then from another poem, pls think about):

In a wife I would desire
What in whores is always found
The lineaments of Gratified Desire

Be happy!

Sunpolen