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Posted by kazoo on February 8, 2002, at 2:16:24
A limerick for you, my dear:
Willow, after an evening of sin
Guzzling on granny's slow gin
Was both keeling and reeling,
Describing the feeling
Like dropping through the space-time continuum.
(a naked) kazoo
Posted by Willow on February 8, 2002, at 11:35:42
In reply to Is Willow still here? (sniff,sniff), posted by kazoo on February 8, 2002, at 2:16:24
I'm always here, you know that, wondering if I'm a bona-fide adult yet. I have memories of a night of drinking with my best girl buddy, walking down one of our busiest streets in the wee morning hours during a down pour. I must have hit middle age because now I can't recall where we were going and I'm not quite sure if I trust my memory as to where we were coming from. I'll have to ask her!
Speaking of memories: Granny's gin, lime juice, and crushed ice, hot summer day (you know the type where the heat makes a woman's skin glow.) Now I wish Sar was around to hear this.
I've never been a drinker, enjoying the buzz of life better than any fermented fruit could offer, but this still summer afternoon I had an unnatural glow going and would you believe I ran out of lime. Into the car, (it was actually a pick-up, long before they became the craze, I could tell you stories about the attachment I formed for this vehicle, but as they say that's another story,)into the truck, follow the gravel road twisting beside the lake to the nearest town. A sleeper of a town it was, right out of a Stephen King novel, without even a dog limping around. Of course, there were no real limes to be found, but I was content with my lime in a plastic bottle.
I throw my plastic lime on the seat, pop in my latest cassette (Michael Jackson before his fettishes became public, since then the tape got eaten and was never replaced) and head for the gin bottle. Deep in thought, or just enjoying the moment, a 90 degree turn came without much planning on my part. Around the corner I went, flying at 80-90km/h. Have you ever driven on gravel roads freshly plowed? Something like driving on ice.
(I'll finish my story later. Which will get to the point about cute little bad boys. I'm in a touch of pain this week, four letter word. So I'm off to take some meds. Hopefully I'll be back before your next excursion into the babble rooms.)
Blubbering Willow
ps don't use your sleeve to wipe a runny nose. easier to throw out a kleenex.
Posted by Willow on February 11, 2002, at 21:46:30
In reply to Bad boy ... » kazoo, posted by Willow on February 8, 2002, at 11:35:42
Aren't you even going to ask how it turned out?
Well I have a million and one questions.
Did you get your laundry done, or does someone do it for you?
Why do you always wander in like the cat, at 2 in the morning?
Why do you leave me hanging for such long periods of time?
How are you doing? Do you bounce out of bed in the morning or are you still on the couch dressed when the sun rises?
Do you wear your socks when you sleep?Did you know that you can't snore when you have air blown up your nose?
I'm burnt, next week i should be detoxed and back to myself. On drugs bob's pictures are spooky. Will you hold me tonight, I'm scared?
Wilting Willow
Posted by Willow on February 13, 2002, at 18:24:57
In reply to hmph ..., posted by Willow on February 11, 2002, at 21:46:30
I could use a laugh. The corner is looking awfully tempting.
Posted by Willow on February 14, 2002, at 23:08:06
In reply to Is Willow still here? (sniff,sniff), posted by kazoo on February 8, 2002, at 2:16:24
Could I fast for 40 days? Strange how I have a feeling of inner peace, yet still feel the grinds of everyday life with this body of mine, should I add my mind into the turmoil? What food does one choose when they decide to fast? Meats out for me, I need all the iron I can get. Fruit, veges, they are my sweets and roughage. That would leave milk or bread, the staples of my diet. Deleting them would leave me grouchy and perhaps weak, plus definetely a few pounds lighter.
I could stand to lose a few extra pounds. This morning after showering, I felt that excitement I can recall vaguely from my younger years. Took some extra time with my hair, it looked "cute," perhaps a little young for me, but my heart at the moment felt carefree.
By 10:30 gravity had deflated my high spirits. My eyes were puffy and my muscles screamed with each movement. I always leave my favourite jobs for last because they help me foget the things that are to be forgotten. After a quick lunch though the fatigue had won. It's a drag living for those first few hours when I wake up in the morning. A siesta, cat nap, whatever, any imaginable snooze doesn't relieve it.
Okay now Valenine's day is officially over! I laughed under my breath as I wrote that and the dog, for I can't call him a puppy anymore, began to wag his tail in his sleep.
Okay off to dreamland again. I'm really going to have to start these posts in the morning so I have the umph to finish one.
Wilting Willow
ps kazoo you are brave. i don't think i could bare all. does that make me a flirt or a tease?
Posted by kazoo on February 19, 2002, at 21:22:14
In reply to Bad boy ... » kazoo, posted by Willow on February 8, 2002, at 11:35:42
My dear,
My life has been one of desperate revelation.
What I used to believe in, I don't anymore.
People I used to know and like, I despise.
If you think money will solve your problems, think again.If you have something someone wants, get a safety deposit box.
If it's too big for that, then move away and don't file a Change-Of-Address with the USPS."Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return" is the only thing I believe in.
Willow, my dear ...
Life may stink, but nothing that a cheap can of Glade can't change.
kazoo
Posted by Willow on February 20, 2002, at 13:43:12
In reply to Re: Bad boy : Dr. Bob, I found the address, thanks » Willow, posted by kazoo on February 19, 2002, at 21:22:14
> Life may stink, but nothing that a cheap can of Glade can't change.
Obnoxious products such as your favoured Glade do not work. The theory behind such products is similar to the premise if you stub your toe then go and hit your thumb with a hammer and you won't remember that your toe hurts. Utter nonsense! Go to the source, castrate your nose! But then that is a permanent solution for a temporary problem. A better solution is open a window. If the foul air encompasses too much of your enviornment a temporary castration can be preformed by applying "Vic's Vapour Rub" under the nose.The site has added a book club. I wonder if they would be interested in doing one of my favourites, a good old fashioned romance. From these books I've learnt that in the good old days they use to have a year of mourning. My moms in that age crunch, has been forever, where financial planning is an issue. She's kind enough to pass on her magazines to me. One common topic is inheritances and the premise that don't do anything drastic during the first year. Better to put it under the mattress during this period of distress.
Have you ever done anything in the heat of the moment and then when things cool down you slap your forehead wondering how you could of been so rash? This is why I think they had this year of seclusion.
Now for your slap on the wrist: You are complaining about money causing problems on a board about mental health issues. And yes often with this comes poverty. You can choose to turn the ringer off and trash the mail unopened, but the future for some of us is limited. Yes, you can choose to self-combust or to live.
Do you enjoy the heat or cool? Mexico probably has some neet spas you could visit for a four-day-weekend or come up north and try out one of our resorts for an extended weekend. The exchange rate is favourable for you.
Enough of that! Make sure you have clean socks and underwear, pull your pants up, check that your zipper is up, and go meet the day!!
Your Whispering Willow
ps chat is always on in the evening, who know's it may make you feel better. if things are so bad you have nothing to lose. watched "Doctor T and his women" last night sure to put a smile on anyone's face
Posted by kazoo on February 20, 2002, at 16:42:52
In reply to Double hmph ..., posted by Willow on February 13, 2002, at 18:24:57
> I could use a laugh. The corner is looking awfully tempting.
HOWARD'S END
Howard is 95 and lives in a senior citizen home. Every night after dinner, Howard goes to a secluded garden behind the center to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life. One evening, Annabel, age 87, wanders into the garden. They begin to chat, and before they know it, several hours have passed. After a short lull in their
conversation, Howard turns to Annabel and asks, "Do you know what I miss most of all? She asks, "What?" "SEX!!!" Annabel exclaims, "Why you old fart, you couldn't get it up if I held a gun to your head!" "I know," Howard says, "but it would be nice if a woman just held it for a while." "Well, I can oblige", says Annabel, who gently unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it. Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Annabel would hold Howard's manhood.Then, one night, Howard didn't show up at their usual meeting place. Alarmed, Annabel decided to find Howard and make sure that he was O.K. She walked around the senior citizen home where she found him sitting by the pool with another female resident-who was holding Howard's manhood! Furious, Annabel yelled, "You two-timing creep! What does she have that I don't have?!" Howard smiled happily and replied, "Parkinson's!"
Posted by Willow on February 21, 2002, at 18:56:46
In reply to Re: Double humph ... » Willow, posted by kazoo on February 20, 2002, at 16:42:52
I'm still starting to self-combust. Perhaps we could get adjoining rooms in a nursing home? I know this will pass, but wouldn't it be neat to be able to sit on a deserted planet all by ourself until the feeling passes.
What is your adversion to chat? I'm sure ten minutes with you there would keep me smiling for at least a month!
Whispering Willow
ps i'll take my ivory out when we reach that point
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