This smacks a bit of late 70's, but what do we care. Get your Michael on!!! I sure miss him and wear my shirt every year on the anniversary of his moving out, usually under my clothes.
So, don't stop 'til you get enough!!! Soul Train was bomb! /dances and prances!!!!
- JM
Monday, June 8, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
The Promise
Bouncing back to the 80s. Probably one of the most meaningful songs to me, although a contradiction.
I have never needed friends, I blink at social shit like it's an obligation, always have. I could care less how people are on the day to day, short of illness. That doesn't mean I am immune, it simply means I have no problem detaching myself from things that I deem not worth my time and emotion. Asshole-ism. I suppose I just go blank, I care but feeding that emotion when I know it's one sided makes no sense, I am not a counselor. I can give advice, perspective.... but I am no one's parent or mentor.
That said, when I do find a true kindred I am glue. I am the monkey wrapped with all legs around tightly, clinging and begging for a treat. Eternally. I don't think it's very odd to be estranged from most people, I can and do interact, but on a soulful level.... I picky. There are a handful, and I mean that.... one hand I can count them on.... I give a shit about enough to get jail time if the situation called lol. All else are moot and passing memories in the breeze. I don't think that is too uncommon, but probably some sort of diagnosis if I ever saw a therapist. Perhaps I am indeed a giraffe, we don't really "need" anyone, but it's nice if the right one introduces itself. I am grateful for those few I have. It's quite the test to get into my heart, but worth it, I'd as the lyrics say .... walk the world, and always be there........
- JM
I have never needed friends, I blink at social shit like it's an obligation, always have. I could care less how people are on the day to day, short of illness. That doesn't mean I am immune, it simply means I have no problem detaching myself from things that I deem not worth my time and emotion. Asshole-ism. I suppose I just go blank, I care but feeding that emotion when I know it's one sided makes no sense, I am not a counselor. I can give advice, perspective.... but I am no one's parent or mentor.
That said, when I do find a true kindred I am glue. I am the monkey wrapped with all legs around tightly, clinging and begging for a treat. Eternally. I don't think it's very odd to be estranged from most people, I can and do interact, but on a soulful level.... I picky. There are a handful, and I mean that.... one hand I can count them on.... I give a shit about enough to get jail time if the situation called lol. All else are moot and passing memories in the breeze. I don't think that is too uncommon, but probably some sort of diagnosis if I ever saw a therapist. Perhaps I am indeed a giraffe, we don't really "need" anyone, but it's nice if the right one introduces itself. I am grateful for those few I have. It's quite the test to get into my heart, but worth it, I'd as the lyrics say .... walk the world, and always be there........
- JM
Friday, June 5, 2015
Coccaine - Clapton
This is technically 1980's, but long before Eric Clapton lost his kid and what all.You can google a live version, but all that I found was lacking in quality that the song deserves.
My personal memoir. Coke was the shit! This all in much, much younger years, but a clean line has no comparison to the shit people are making in their sinks that leave you twitching for days like a manic on the hunt for more and more. Pure coke isn't that that way, not insidious, but certainly not a vitamin.
I have many a fond memory, one being holed up in a hotel room with half of Mr's co-workers, all in groups of varying levels throughout the suite. Some were at a table playing cards, some talking and talking and talking for the sake of it while chewing gum at super speed, others on the phone procuring more drugs, and the section of people in front of the television playing mario cart as if they had money on it, and others in the bathroom throwing up while another held their hair and swore they still looked pretty, and everyone.... everyone.... was chain smoking. It was a buzz in the ears of chatter and doings, over stimulation of all the senses at once and was truly a party.
I visited all stations.
I found myself corn rolling braids on a guy named AJ. He was fired soon after for doing heroin in the work bathroom, but still.... that night I rolled his hair as he played the mario game, it was an awesome head of unnecessary hair that my fingers couldn't keep out of. He looked like a sloppy Kurt Cobain brunette in dire need of hair help. AJ that night out of the blue screamed "School is for penguins!" That is where I got that phrase and have adapted it to many a thing. Work is for penguins, sober is for penguins, etc..... you get it. I have to agree, many a bullshit things.... are for penguins. Amen AJ. Too old for it now, but good times.
-JM
My personal memoir. Coke was the shit! This all in much, much younger years, but a clean line has no comparison to the shit people are making in their sinks that leave you twitching for days like a manic on the hunt for more and more. Pure coke isn't that that way, not insidious, but certainly not a vitamin.
I have many a fond memory, one being holed up in a hotel room with half of Mr's co-workers, all in groups of varying levels throughout the suite. Some were at a table playing cards, some talking and talking and talking for the sake of it while chewing gum at super speed, others on the phone procuring more drugs, and the section of people in front of the television playing mario cart as if they had money on it, and others in the bathroom throwing up while another held their hair and swore they still looked pretty, and everyone.... everyone.... was chain smoking. It was a buzz in the ears of chatter and doings, over stimulation of all the senses at once and was truly a party.
I visited all stations.
I found myself corn rolling braids on a guy named AJ. He was fired soon after for doing heroin in the work bathroom, but still.... that night I rolled his hair as he played the mario game, it was an awesome head of unnecessary hair that my fingers couldn't keep out of. He looked like a sloppy Kurt Cobain brunette in dire need of hair help. AJ that night out of the blue screamed "School is for penguins!" That is where I got that phrase and have adapted it to many a thing. Work is for penguins, sober is for penguins, etc..... you get it. I have to agree, many a bullshit things.... are for penguins. Amen AJ. Too old for it now, but good times.
-JM
Friday, May 29, 2015
Let's go back in time again....
Talk about!!! Too many obsolete yet fabulous lyrics here to care, (shovel with a shoe shine? why fucking not...) just dance! Weeee.... miss you betch!
-JM
Friday, May 22, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Haters
Very apprehensive about new job tomorrow. My style is preppy, my hair too glittery, and my humor often incites blank stares until (or IF) it catches up to the person it falls upon. It often doesn't and I come off as a jerk, or aloof because my wit is many times fast and wrapped in rhetoric. Cats ..... are fucking aloof... I am not. I am however a slow burn and sneak up like a bed bug... except the good kind heh, not the ones you burn your house down to eradicate. I hope I am liked. If not well.....
- JM
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