I should be sleeping. I have an 8:30 a.m. meeting, and I haven’t been so good with the getting to work on time thing this week, much less getting there early. But before this day ends, I wanted to tell you that on this day, May 11 in 1858, Minnesota became a state. It is the home to the world’s largest Paul Bunyan statue, 11,842 lakes, and one very egotistical supergenius. It’s also, thanks to Minnesotans that we have Spam…
some things that you need to know
• I was all set to proclaim that I would sleep with the next man to sing me the song “Greetings to the New Brunette” by Billy Bragg. That’s when I thought Billy was singing “Girly your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle. Girly we are joined in the ideological cuddle. I’m celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo.” But he’s singing to some random chick named Shirley. And I’m…
An evening of pure titillation
My all-time, top-titillating #1 fetish is being read to. No lie. Someone starts to read something and my core gets all melty and my knees get a little weak. Once, when I was much younger than I am right now I kissed a fellow gas station attendant while we were working merely because he started reading Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” to me. The first time I ever met the TTHM we spent the evening walking around the Barnes & Noble and…
slammed
FFJ was right, it totally wasn’t a setup. It was, however, really rad. I will of course, write about it later after I sleep, because I’m very quite sleepy right about now.
the set up
Though she’d deny it with every breath in her body, FFJ is setting me up tonight. The thought of which, makes my stomach ache and gives me the feeling like I need to pee. But I dated a much-older-than-me man about 100 years ago and he told the 27-year-old me that I need to do more stuff that scares me. So tonight I will accompany FFJ to a Poetry Slam at Kieran’s and meet her friend. She keeps telling me…
If I knew the tunes I might join in
For some reason when I woke up this morning the first thing that popped into my head was the fact that i just might die if I did not get to listen to the song “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” at least 57 times today. Before work I fired up the old peer-to-peer and went in search of Mona Lisa. Thankfully, I found it, because I didn’t want to blame Elton John for anything more than me being late for…