i’m one of those people who gets songs stuck in her head. and i don’t just get the song stuck in my head. i also sing the song. over and over again. i can’t help myself. i do it without knowing it. i’ll be peeling a potato or washing dishes and it’ll start out as a humming and the next thing i know i’m belting out the chorus. then i catch what i’m doing, stifle it, have a look around to see who noticed and put it under wraps again. usually this isn’t so bad. except for the fact that i can’t carry a tune in a bucket. and except for times when i get naughty songs in my head at inappropriate places.
take for instance when i’m visiting my parents. you know? my southern pentecostal, god-fearing parents. and for no good reason other than the fact that i’m one of satan’s favorites, i got the song, “i touch myself” by the divinyls stuck in my head. i bit my lip until it bled, but still i found myself walking around their house going, “i don’t waaaaant anybody elssssse, when i think aBOUt you, i touch myself oooooh!” i don’t know if they heard me. i don’t know if they understood me. i’m sure they did. and i’m sure once again i’ll be the number one subject of their prayers tonight. i’m such a disappointment.
also, as you can see here:

here: 
and here : 

kaileb is really concerned about his broken arm and is being extra, EXTRA careful. of course with a role model like this:

you can see what he has to build on. i ask you, is it any wonder at all i haven’t developed a very acute valium/coke/alcohol problem? hmmm?

A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire












