Thursday, December 01, 2005

"I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy..."

Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Low
Narcissistic: Low
Avoidant: Moderate
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

"Tell me that I'm wrong. Try to sing me your ego song. You're one of them. My War..."

I am 71% Punk Rock.
Punk Like Hank.
The intelligent punk. Tuff and Smart. I may be able to maintain a train of thought long enough... What the fuck was I talking about?

Just another notch in my saga with Mr. Rollins.

Sunday, November 20, 2005


Hi there, TeacherDave! I told you it looks just like mine.
the notorious,
Camie Vog

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Missing link on the brink

My house is clean. Very clean. I spent about 5 hours cleaning it.

(This post is a shout out to all you visitors. Especially those reaching me via bootleg wireless connections as far away as Amarbayasgalant Khiid, and Cleavland. Who would have thought you would have this great ability to explore other parts of the world and, all you get at my blog is that my house is clean. Thanks for coming!)

Besides having the desire to live in a clean, and organized house for at least a few months out of the year, I did all this because I had a very important client coming (a doctor). Cross your fingers, referals could be around the corner (or block, or acre...).

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Trial By Fire...

I love Green Day. I was in heaven watching non-stop Green Day videos on MTV. I feel like I need to jump around and smash things...for fun.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Whip it, whip it real good....

You're Whip Bettie. You're definitely on the
masochistic side. You like to sport dark colors
and especially black vinyl. Pain is
beauty...and well SEXY! Many see you as a
bitch, but that's okay, you can't always be
around to say thank you :)

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Saturday, October 15, 2005

Washtenaw Ave-Showing Signs of NO LIFE

Okay, I'm out taking my kid to Toys R Us. On our way back, we encounter 3 x 5 foot poster boards of shreded babies. It wasn't just a few of these boards, but 20. They went at least for a mile down the road. Imagine the horror I now need to explain to my 3 year old. I was so enraged by this disgusting form of free speech (they are "angry"that the UM Hospital performs partial birth abortions), I had to struggle to control myself. I proceeded to flip off each sign holder, tried to engage them in explaining their reasoning for the offence. Not one of those sign holders could look me in the eye. Most of them were hiding behind the signs themselves. WTF! I drove straight to the police station to verify that this group had a permit to do this (yes, they do). The city council even approved off such trash. Off to the mayor, and city council I go. And guess what, I'm not the only person who has complained. I don't care if you are for or against abortion. Your choice is the foundation of this land. However, my 3 year old (or anyone for that matter) doesn't need to look at mutilated children for the sake of making a point. AAAHHHGGG.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Move over Ann Arbor; Flint is more liberal, study says

Remind me again why I left....

Monday, May 09, 2005

So, Cosmo says your fat. Well, I ain't down with that...

You know your fat, when your dad tells you you've packed too much junk in your trunk. He didn't actually phrase it like that. He was even tactfull about it. Still, in my head, alarms were screaming. Is this "family intervention" in its infancy? I have to admit, never in my life, did I think my life would turn out like that of other women I've read about in magazines. Crap...I have a rumpus that needs an overhaul! Limit food intake. Oh, that'll be easy since I love to eat. Especially if someone else is cooking. Then comes the best part-exercise. There is nothing I like better than the monotonous revolutions of the recumbant (stationary) bike for 45 minutes straight. It gets me so charged up, I must fulfill the urge to lift free weights specifically designed for this purpose. (This isn't Rec and Ed water aerobics- NO gallon milk jugs filled with water needed). This is day one- the realization. Results, if any, to be posted in (extended) future...Bring on season 3 of the Gilmore Girls! I must stay oblivious to the ever growing butt.


Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Hello! Hello! It's good to be back.....

Blogs? Did I mention that I have a hard time checking my email, let alone blog? Oh yeah, I did say that. Oasis on my hard drive, oasis in my head, oasis, oasis, oasis....remember all that fun? I want more fun. Let's go to NYC, just you and me, he he he...

Dora girl: why are you afraid to call ME?!? I really am quite harmless to others. Was the coffee good? Soon, we'll have coffee here. And there will be plenty of decaf for you!

"Step out side, 'cause summer time is in bloom" why don't I move from this cold a** state? Remind me again?
I would like to live in the following:
Hawaii- at least 4 months
Avignon- at least a year
Prague- another year
London- a few more months
Mexico (west coast)- for however long the winter is here.
*list to be continued*

"as my soul slides away...."

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

No Heros, no leaders, no artists, no gods....I'm a worker, you're a worker. Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too?

Trying to find the time... for myself....yes, self. I started thinking about this post after watching an ancient Prodigy video (circa 1997). Yeah, Firestarter. I remembered watching this very video with the infamous Fishwah on New Years Eve '98. What happened to THAT music? Techno/Dance, mmmm. It seems to have morfed into pile driven ambient slush. What a shame? Am I too old for a rave?

On to Supergrass "I spent too much time wondering why I've got an opinion, yeah"

The house that I call home is a virtual petri dish of viral hell, I tell you. I no sooner get over the plague and my kid is hacking all over me with something new. If he was a stranger, I would be running away screaming. Instead, I tell him to cover his mouth constantly, and to stop coughing directly into my mouth. Ick. I will not get sick again, I will not! I don't care what the Today Show says. I WILL be immune!

All is quiet in the other room. There must be a really good video on. Good.
I will be resuming my work load this week. This is also good. I miss it. There is a new dawn on the horizon. Oh me, oh my.
Punk rock is fun. hahahaha. It soothes grated nerves.
My sons voice is beginning to sound like Deborah Winger's. Hack, hack. Maybe I can institute a coughing room that he can hack in and I can seal, Child Protective Services may not approve.
Ooohhh, my self is being sucked back to the others in this household. Must go tend to familial obligations.
The fog may be thick outside, but at least the haze is clearing from my head.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Ha-ha, Ha-ha, The joke has come upon me....

"I think about the life I've led, and how my soul's been leaking out the holes where I had bled".

courtesy of Black Francis.

I stand at the threshold, looking both ways...once, twice, three times. I still don't move. There is no traffic, and no hand to hold. Old souls gather behind me, future soul stands before me. It has the answers, I know it. But how do I get there? Dora has her backpack, which holds her map. She makes it look so easy. Maybe it is. If I take the first step, I know I can never go back.

Indifference. I believe it came my way the day I stepped out of a marriage I once had. I never really wanted that marriage, yet it haunts me to this day. My mind is perferated with it between my birthday to the anniversary date each year. It comes to me repeatedly in my dreams, at times, I beg for it to stop. I tell myself that I have dealt with it, but it's a lie. If I had, it wouldn't come back, right? Maybe it is the other parties involved who haven't dealt with it, and it is their issues which are pressing down on me. Each one comes to me, with their own twisted bend on how my life should be. I often feel that my son isn't safe, as many of their topics revolve around him. "He is the innocent- he does not pay for me" I tell them in numerous dream states. The dream field seems unstable, just like my current reality.

When I was younger, I always felt like I was running out of time. Now, I feel like I am just waiting. For what, I don't know. Maybe I am tired, and want others to do for me. My soul tells me I need to do it myself. I long for the world without checkbooks. It is a far easier world, I have seen it. I tried living in it, but like every tourist I needed to return home. My visa had expired. So now, I am home. I'm not enjoying it much at this time. It's like a cage, and all the creepiness is the lessons that I must learn in order to visit that land again. I can't help feeling cheated. Being home, in this body is indeed the foreign land to me. I had been away so long I had almost forgotten the language and the customs. Those who love me say it is good that I've come back- they have missed me. I am honest with them. I have missed them too, but I have come back to complete the mission so I can again return to the the place that is to be my next home. I can't explain why- it is what I feel.

"Your head will collapse if there is nothing in it. And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?"