Petrina/Female/36-40. Lives in United States/New Jersey/Jersey City, speaks English. Eye color is hazel.
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Sunday, October 02, 2005

I respect Tall James' Decision to Close his Blog

It's hard but I accept it. We all should.

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best
I wasn't looking but somehow you found me
It tried to hide from your love light
But like Heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight
And nobody does it better
Though sometimes
I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me
Whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from running
But just keep it coming
How'd you learn to do the things you do?
And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby, darlin', you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Darlin', you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best

Saturday, September 24, 2005

I Love Deja Bear.

That's all I have for now.

And I am sad the Cheese-Eating Bird closed. What the fuck is that?

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Tommy Boy

I watched this movie twice on Comedy Central this weekend. It rocks. One of the funnier movies to come out of the 90s.

"Can we have any more moths in here?" kills me everytime. Just a side joke between me and monkeygrrl.

"Fat guy in little coat..."

I ordered the Holy Schnikeys edition of said movie. Should be good.

Monday, August 22, 2005

John and Jeanne Are Good People

Went to Connecticut to visit my friends John and Jeanne. And Athena, Finster, Megan, Floyd, Sammy, and Torisen; their menagerie. It was a fun, relaxing weekend. They were the hostesses with the mostesses. We took a long, scenic drive and meandered into Massachussets briefly. Who knew Connecticut was loaded with tobacco farms? I also got to see a season's worth of Greg the Bunny. Very funny show.

Saw Broken Flowers (with Bill Murray) and Sky High (Dave Foley and Kevin McDonald are in it). Also rented The Royal Tenebaums. Good movie.

I'm Taking a Sabbatical From Driving

I don't know what has gotten into me lately, but I suck at driving. I've never had an accident, but I'm a nervous driver lately. I-95 (especially on the Cross Bronx) sucked the life out of me. People pass me like I'm standing still. I hope this passes. My world just got a little smaller.

The End of Six Feet Under

I cried.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

It's Too Damn Hot!

Too hot, this town is too hot
Now they're calling for their guns
About to spoil the rude boys' fun
But rude boys never give up their guns
It's too hot
No man, can tell them what to do
Pound for pound, they say they're ruder than you
They are the boss, and no back down
You might have a couple you like
Choose your burial sight
Take insurance, make up your will
Come out and tell them, find them
The soldiers came back to you without them
The police force are afraid, they can't even touch them
They say "You think you're bad? Why don't you come out yourself"
These boys are calling for a fight, fighting tonight they don't lie
It's too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot

It has nothing to do with the weather, but there are no good ska songs about humidity.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Your Last HOORAH! on Earth

I cried during tonight's episode of Six Feet Under. They buried Nate. Makes me want my last wishes known so there is no confusion.

I want to be cremated and my ashes spread off of that rock in Lake Minnewaska in New Paltz. Alice knows what I'm talking about. I should also get my act together to make sure there are funds for a party in my honor. Open bar. Just the way I would have liked it. After all the bills are paid I want people to have a good time on my tab.

No sadness. Ne tears. Lots of laughs. All for the people dear to me.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

From Feral children to doxies with moxie; my catsie could play mom to us

Last night I watched a show on feral children, many of the abandoned, left to the woods and the care of there dogs, Much too my chagrin two Ukrainian children were focused. They were dog children. They were both lucky to have a grasp of human language and dog language.

But it was the monkey experiments that made me lose my mind. Remember the wire and cloth monkey experiment? Some baby monkeys got mommy monkeys, but others got wire and cloth monkeys and some monkeys got the wire and nipple. The monkeys always went to the wire and cloth monkey for nurturing feelings. Later they sent the monkey who only had the wire and cloth mother into the pen with three monkeys. The poor monkey clung to itself and held on to a tuft of fur onto its head. He nervously paced, looking like he needed a major fix of valium, not being able to react to the other monkeys.

I AM THAT MONKEY, but if I had my drudges I'd go for a dachsie mommy, Cat helpers would be useless.There are no reports of feral children being cared for by a band of cats. Too self absorbed. There are feral cats, but they are loners, rebels. You wouldn't want to get mixed up with them.

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