Jenna, someone's cervix, billy joel, turgid grape matrix...puritan dude, amish k
Jenna Dahman, someone???s cervix, chubby checker, billy joel
Tuesday June 24, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:21:01 AM EDT)
JenGirl10: the new tom green show kind of sucks
Jessica was like: yeah, well wasn't that expected though
JenGirl10: haha
JenGirl10: i mean... surprisingly enough, it's still not funny when he plays with roadkill
Jenna Dahman, everyone.
Jessica was like: hey
JenGirl10: sup
Jessica was like: if you take the h and a out of your name
Jessica was like: it spells damn
Jessica was like: ;-)
JenGirl10: hahahaha
Jessica was like: damn, HA.
JenGirl10: i'm a profanity
Jessica was like: ha+damn=dahman=dah man
JenGirl10: that's some fucking good math dude
Jessica was like: yeah, well i never was all about that math shit
JenGirl10: me either
Jessica was like: thus the whole 'journalism' thing
JenGirl10: right, makes sense
Jessica was like: what if i send it NOW
JenGirl10: i'm grossed out
JenGirl10: you can't, it'll be really mean
Jessica was like: yeah, it is
Jessica was like: wow
Jessica was like: ew
JenGirl10: ew, nightmares
Jessica was like: dude, if MY cervix came up in a conversation with someone from high school and it was sent to me, i would FREAK OUT
JenGirl10: me too
Jessica was like: quote to the fucking max
JenGirl10: i'd be like... what the FUCK
JenGirl10: definite quote haha
Jessica was like: man who talks about their acquaintance's cervix?
song i really am enjoying lately: Runaround Sue by Chubby Checker. Ok, bebop, whatever. Call me a bobby-socks wearing teenybopper, it's just so peppy. Did I just say peppy? Yeah, it's got a lotta pep. And the background umdidaydidaydidaydidipdip is just so fun. "SHE GOOOOOOOOOOES (beat)OUT WITH OTHA GUYS!" it's that (beat) that is so fucking contagious.
the new staind cd is good and i just LOVE the word "judaica", i think i'll change my name to Judaica.
another song for now is -i love you just the way you are- by billy joel. it could be redone, and i am not a fan of the ripple-esque synthesizer chords in the beginning, they leave me feeling nauseous, i think it should be redone by someone with throatier vocals, and less bossanova jazz in the background. it's a bit too polished top 40 for the over 30 set for my likings. how about a little drumming on a cymbal with a fan brush? how about billy joel unplugged, with a sore throat, with a garage alt-country band, without having warmed up his vocals, hungover?
billy joel is just too....maroon silk robe, slippers, mahogany for me. too polished.
good song- fleetwood mac, go your own way
i was just watching a music video of that song and noticing how hairy everyone was in the late 60s and 70s and then i started thinking about how, well now that the hairiness is no longer a fad, how much the mass of all that hair was and how much of a difference it made in the weight of the earth and then i was like dude, matter cannot be created nor destroyed. all that hair is still around, just in dust and landfills and coffins. (that last bit was morbid as sin, wasn't it?)
myself to brian over the phone his last night in america or something like that: "God, I'm such a pussy."
im going to go to bed. these contacts are starting to feel like moist cellophane, except the moist feeling isn't refreshing like water, its thick like mucus.
More later
"God, even the way his teeth fit together is sexy!" -me, to Fish, about this picture of Rob Lowe on Ebay. gotta run.
Vocab, turgid grape mix, puritan customer
Saturday June 21, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (11:55:33 PM EDT)
i love it when i use random vocab words from 8th grade out of nowhere, such as "exonerated."
it's so awesome when you experience something that is so phenomenal it totally blows the previous experiences with that thing out of the water.
for instance, i was having some seedless red grapes a few days ago... this was the best fucking bunch of graps ever, i dont know if it was genetically engineered, but damnnn. either way, the skin was taught and crisper than crisp, and usually that is all you get in the firmness department before you happen upon a mediocre interior of the grape. however, this particular bunch of grapes had not only the taught exterior, but the actual inner matrix of grapeness itself was soooo TURGID that it blew my mind.
today at work this scrawny pale single guy came to the register to buy a shirt, i go "hi, how are you doing today?"
he goes "Blessed." im like okay, i can flow with this, whatever, go about the transaction. then we have to do this marketing research survey where we ask the customers if they heard our radio ads. "Have you heard any of our radio ads, by chance?" i venture. he goes "Do you advertise on christian radio stations?" "nope" "well you should"... not so good, not so random, but it just left me feeling uneasy, how soulfully focused on religion he was, i dunno, its not a bad thing i guess, god as center of life, it was just all so puritanistic that i felt unsettled.
and a few weeks ago at kroger with Fish there were these amish people, these little girls in the bonnets and periwinkle shifts running aroud the store, and i kept thinking about how overwhelmed the kids must be, and then i was wondering why in the hell they were in kroger in suburban east side cincinnati. i just wanted to interview this 10 year old girl about being amish, so bad. i should have bought her some Dunkaroos, what kid doesn't love dunkaroos? amish or no, the freedom to ice your own cookie is thrilling nonetheless to anyone. Oy.
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