I went to my friend Kris' Birthday dinner tonight at Istanbul Cafe here in Atlanta. It's her 23rd birthday. It was great!! I was a little leary because I do not like the spices used in Indian food, and I was afraid that maybe Turkish food had the same type of spices used and I wouldn't like it either. I loved it though, and the restaurant itself is amazing. The place is ornately decorated with tapestries and lamps and all kinds of beautiful things. We sat on pillows on the floor, and there was a belly dancer! She danced beautifully and balanced a sword on her hip and on her head. After the dinner we smoked out of hookahs, orange and grape tobacco. It was such a cool experience. We had a great time.

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Symptom Recital

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again.

-Dorothy Parker

Got bored with the pink. I like this better.

The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart...

Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return
to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair
chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time
regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent
and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone
to show you how your longing waits alone.
What alchemy shines from under that shut door,
spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?

Enter the turret of your love, and lie
close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns
that beat and echo in the mind like sounds
risen from sunken cities lost to fear;
let in the light that answers your desire
awakening at midnight with the fire,
until its magic burns the wavering sea
and flames carress the windows of your tower.

-Denise Levertov

Not much to say lately, talk at ya soon.

D.O.A.

Just finished watching "D.O.A.", a 'film noir' made in 1949. I absolutely loved it!! The poisoning thing cracked me up during the film. "Tell them to prepare a stomach wash for Luminous poisoning." Luminous poisoning?!? The doctor showed the dude the test tube and turned off the light, and it was glowing in the dark. So then, at the end of the film, it had this little note saying that the "Luminous toxin" was a legit poison (signed doctor such and such). Ha Ha. It was real after all, or so they say....maybe there's a different name for it these days. "Plutonium, love it....hate it...." -Anne Waldman's song/poem.



"Underwear glowing...."

So, we did kereoke again last night, so much fun, as always. I brought a camera and got some pics of us, and I started a gallery. The link to it is on the right under the other links if you feel like taking a peek. Here's one of my girl Jen, doesn't she make a good Bud Light poster girl?

P.S. Sorry if John Stamos staring at you creeps you out. I know it does me.

The grinch found the sparkly bunny for me, that is now my profile pic. Juvenile, I know, but I just love that cartoon. I'm on the roller coaster of quitting smoking. Ugh. The problem is that I like to smoke (for various reasons), but I don't like the fact that my lungs hurt and I cough all the time, that it'll make me all wrinkly with a gravelly voice in the long run, and it will kill me. Oh yeah, and the smelling of stale smoke part, and the fact that it would make me (as one of my "Little Shop" cast members told me years ago) more babe-alicious if I were a non-smoker. Gee wiz!

Ha Ha

Your 80s Heartthrob Is

John Stamos

Who's Your 80's Heartthrob?

Great Weekend

Happy Birthday to me....
What a fun weekend! My friends are awesome! I'm a lucky girl.

Here's a pic of andy and I singing "Summer Nights" from "GREASE." Not the most flattering pic, but I had to post it.



We did some kamikaze kereoke, which is when the person doesn't know what they're about to sing, but have to sing it anyways. I picked out The Culture Club's "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?" for andy. I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time, and his between the lyrics 'F-yous' made me laugh even harder. They made me sing an M&M song, "Guess who's back, back again...." HaHa It was great fun! Three cheers for public humiliation!

Oh yeah........

Did I say F-U, becuase I meant it, from the tips of my toenails.

this ariticle rubbed me wrong......

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002655921_webpigeons30.html