Archive for the ‘Prompted’ Category

Also known as the Buffy Musical.

I kinda want the world to fuck off and die, to quote a friend, as I sit here stealing my neighbor’s wi-fi. The cable company had the gall to call me for a customer satisfaction survey today, despite the very unsatified nature of our untimely separation. Generally something that moves me to the point of trembling with rage does not incline me towards giving them high scores. But that’s not it.

I don’t know what ‘it’ is though.

Maybe there’s a dark cloud, maybe I’m just not looking on the bright side, maybe I am internalizing some slight that I have not consciously dealt with, though the fact that I can think of a couple things that pissed me off greatly makes me feel as though this may be less likely since there is conscious anger-dealing-with going on at the moment. Maybe it’s hormonal. I have been stuffing my face in a meaningless and ineffective attempt to make myself feel better. It hasn’t worked.

The Buffy Musical made me a little happier. Well, not actually happier. But it provided passing distraction and amusement and drowned out the fucking rain that’s been going on for the past 24 hours. I even packed up some stuff in an attempt to cheer myself with the thought that I will be leaving this fucked up indentured servitude of mixed signals insane expectations soon, and it didn’t do much. I LOVE the Buffy Musical though, and it should make me happier. Especially the Spike parts. And the Giles parts. Because men with nice voices make me weak in the knees.

Now I am just making my favorite numbers play over and over again.

Whisper in a dead man’s ear, it doesn’t make it real

Since I’m only dead to you, I’m saying stay away, and let me rest in peace

You just love to play the thought that you might misbehave, but til you do, I’m telling you, stop visiting my grave

I touch the fire and it freezes me, I look into it and it’s black. Why can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel

Turns out there’s a CD. I kinda want it, in a vague way.


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Ode to the color yellow, which brings me thoughts of many things.

1. Butterscotch. Delicious, one of the few hard candies that I think deserve to exist.

2. My Furminator, which saved my vacuum from an untimely end at the hands of dog fur.

3. Dandilions, which I loved as a kid, and still like as an adult. Guess I don’t care about my lawn enough, because these things still make me smile.

4. Mango. Wonderful food. Maybe one day I’ll live somewhere where I can have a mango tree, until then I’ll spend too much money on the fruit in both fresh and dried forms from Costco.

5. My bright yellow fleece. Warm and Fuzzy

6. Bile vomit. Not quite so wonderful, but another thing that appears on my mental list when I think of yellow.

7. Urine. It’s gold for a reason! Urine can be a wonderful source of information when you’re trying to figure out what’s going on with a  sick patient.

8. Bananas are yellow, if they’re fit to be eaten. If they’re green or leopard print, they are not for eating! At least not without other modifications first. Incidentally I’m fairly certain banana Laffy Taffy is flavored with isoamyl acetate, which is not yellow, though still delicious.

9. Leaves are turning yellow now too, sadly enough for me. I like fall, except for the fact that winter follows.

10. Last but not least: Beer. While not all is yellow, or probably better called amber, most is wonderful. I am a fan of many yellow beers. Sunset Wheat is my favorite at the moment.

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