Sitting on the tissue covered plastic doctor table, wearing my 'open in the front' washed out gown, reading last years People, waiting for the 'lady doc' to come in, piped in radio is louder than normal, first song to pop on while I'm in my vulnerable state... Rod Stewart's- "If you think I'm sexy".
I cannot make this crap up....
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
L'odeur du désespoir
Celebrity perfumes are everywhere!
Paris Hilton: "Inhale and be hooked for life" is their fancy catch phrase. It does come with a warning label, do not wear near police dogs, while crossing the border, or if required to do court appointed drug testing.
Lady Ga-ga: A hint of charcoal, Worcestershire, and A-1. Also a warning, may attract flies.
Michael Vick: This one has been tricky, PETA has yet to approve.
The boys from 'Jersey Shore': Toasted coconut, fried ravioli, and hair gel. It comes packaged in a shirt before the shirt- which it makes difficult for the boys from Jersey to open.
Justin Bieber: Pheromones, testosterone, and the sweat of WWF wrestlers (his people are working hard to bring up his 'manly' image). Warning label reads, may cause voice crackling and girls to self combust.
Paris Hilton: "Inhale and be hooked for life" is their fancy catch phrase. It does come with a warning label, do not wear near police dogs, while crossing the border, or if required to do court appointed drug testing.
Lady Ga-ga: A hint of charcoal, Worcestershire, and A-1. Also a warning, may attract flies.
Michael Vick: This one has been tricky, PETA has yet to approve.
The boys from 'Jersey Shore': Toasted coconut, fried ravioli, and hair gel. It comes packaged in a shirt before the shirt- which it makes difficult for the boys from Jersey to open.
Justin Bieber: Pheromones, testosterone, and the sweat of WWF wrestlers (his people are working hard to bring up his 'manly' image). Warning label reads, may cause voice crackling and girls to self combust.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Is it too late for me...?
I know ya'll have missed my posts but I've had no creative juice... none. Life happenings have clogged my artery, laid a tree in my road, a rock in my roller rink, a blockage in my bowel... ok that's enough you get my drift. So I turn to meditation. First and foremost you just need a space and semi quietness. Next is sitting in silence. Of course I have been tested in both these areas as jackhammer work and my brain fight against me. The neighbor literally has had a jackhammer ripping up everything and my cranium holds a professional Chinese ping pong match 18/7 (I think they take somewhat of a break while I sleep). So as I try to sit in stillness searching for the peace and happiness we all desire, I realize that my karma will not allow my tranquility. So now I turn my focus to cleaning my karmic cloth, disposing of my karmic crumbs, painting my karmic wall, flushing my karmic do-do... ok you get my drift. I have been reading and googling all the tricks of reflection, contemplation, introspection, self-examination... I do get carried away. I have more work to accomplish, achieve, fulfill, produce... ugh really... before I find ????, who knows...
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