So my uncle is gone. Funeral is tomorrow.
I miss my great grandma. I miss her biscuits sopped in molasses and a cold glass of buttermilk.
I miss my grandpa. And the dollar he’d pull from now where so I could buy cotton candy ice cream.
It’s funny, sometimes i feel so ancient done to my the marrow in my bones.seems like going on living is like beating a dead horse sometimes. I’d like to just sleep. Sleep perchance to dream. Shed this mortal coil. Aye, there’s the rub.
So my uncle is gone. Funeral is tomorrow.
I miss my great grandma. I miss her biscuits sopped in molasses and a cold glass of buttermilk.
I miss my grandpa. And the dollar he’d pull from now where so I could buy cotton candy ice cream.
It’s funny, sometimes i feel so ancient done to my the marrow in my bones.seems like going on living is like beating a dead horse sometimes. I’d like to just sleep. Sleep perchance to dream. Shed this mortal coil. Aye, there’s the rub.
So some butthole on youtube posted a comment on an Editors song (the weight of the world) I was listening to. The lyrics are “God whispers in my ear” but the singer has some weird accent (maybe he’s Brit?) and the commenter posted “2:48 it says god? will spuzz in my ear hahaha shit lyrics if u dont believe me listen 4 urself “. I mean it DOES sound like that’s what he said though… for those NOT in the know, spuzz is a slang for ejaculate. So now I laugh til I cry listening to this song. This is a serious deep song and I’m laughin like some kid. OMG that is hilarious. let me toss this Editors CD out now. I will clearly be hearing odd lyrics and laughing like a madwoman every time a song plays. Oh well Editors, ‘Bones’ still roxs. That a-hole won’t ruin BONES for me though. Love that song.
Oh, and Bat for Lashes rox my sox. <3 love that stuff.
I often find some lines from this rap to be the most relevent lyrics in my life:
have you ever went over a friend’s house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni’s soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that you’re full
and then your friend says momma he’s just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that’s bullso your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there’s plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
of the moment that it’s time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
into something that looks like cheeseoh so you say that’s it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinksso you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we’re still friends”
That right there? All that up there? That’s my JOINT! Because that is EXACTLY what I’m thinking in my head “That is it! I don’t care what these people think!” I’m hella picky/finicky eater too. My friends no know to even be offended when i frown my face up at food.
One of my Japanese friends to this day still reminds me of the time he took me to eat okonomiyaki, and the more stuff they added to it the more horrified I looked. When they put those bonito flakes on it, I burst out crying. He refuses to let me forget that either, he was looking at me like I lost my damn mind he probably still thinks I’m a little off in the head. All I know is, thank God McDonald’s has plenty of overseas locations. There are very few authentic foreign foods I like. I will eat Americanized foreign food though…
I guess this blog is inspired because there are some hella nasty looking potato salad and deviled eggs downstairs. The collards are too salty, and the spare ribs look dry. I don’t want it, I don’t want it… I’m going to make a turkey sammich…
Monday should be Memorial Day cookout at Grandma’s. I got a lot riding on your skills Iron Chef Grandma, I’m coming over there with a big appetite and elastic waistband shorts. Don’t let me down!
so i read her autobiography ” I Put a Spell on You” and i think i lost some respect for her. I haven’t listened to my “remixed and reimagined” CD or my verve remix Cd that has some of her stuff remixed on it.
She seemed pretty arogant. Not that it matters with music, but I find her to be an extremely unattractive woman internally or externally. She goes on through all her multiple multiple lovers. Native American, White American, White Europeans, Africans, Black Americans… She is proud of dancing naked and stomping around in boots and bikinis, leaving her child behind to behave this way. Hopping up and going when she felt like it. I can’t stand irresponsibe parents, especially grown women with offspring who act like they are still teenagers. Disowning her father and not coming to see him as he lay dying… Not too much of respectable lifestyle…
It drives to the point that men are attracted to confidence than actualy physical appearance. Even have to admit a man that I’d never be physically attracted to looks 100% different when he’s strutting around like he is hotter than magma. It gives some weird ….je nous se qua (i hate french).
I wish I could up myself like that. But instead I look into mirrors and pick myself to peices until I’m just frustrated. Which is short lived, because I can’t change anything and i have no intentions of ever going under the knife so, it is what it is…
So I’m totally rooting for …. Yes the white girl. I dunno, she looks so weird.
And I’m sorry but I don’t think Amina was pretty, nor is Tianna (spelling?).
But back to Allison, she looks like some goth loli/ Renaissance doll. She is so fuggin WHITE. Like baby powder white. Total lack of melanin white. Cave dweller white. And she is reddish around her huuugee eyes. She reminds me of a Volk’s Dollfie doll.
So gooo Allison!