More or less better Feeling better. Vomit is all gone. I had a friend polish my nails last week. I can't see to do it myself and we all I know I can't be without my nail polish. There was no top coat tho so there has been much chipping and they are black because it's the only color he has. No worries. Black is my favorite color after all. I am growing sunflowers in a container. There are 16 seedlings. I felt the need to grow things. They are up for grabs as I have room for maybe 3 in my yard. Some are already spoken for, but if you would like to partake of the sunflowery goodness, let me know and I will give you some when they are old enough for transplanting. Come on folks, have a heart. Don't let them die as orphanes. posted by Beth 5:08 PM . . . Monday, April 14, 2003 A padded room with a view So I just went into a laughing fit. I'm not talking haha hehe here people. I'm talking tears streaming, stomach churning, wailing, could be sobbing, hysterical laughter. It lasted 12 minutes. I was in the living room sitting on the couch. It started when I yelled to my mother who was upstairs, "Mom, whatcha doin'." I just kept repeating it over and over again. Something about it struck me a little funny. I giggled. The giggle grew. I couldn't stop. My father is talking about having me committed. Will you still like me when I'm wearing paper shoes? posted by Beth 7:01 PM . . . I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell. Yeah okay. I haven't been to sleep yet, but I have every intention to do so. My brain just won't take a break. If I could turn my brain off, I'd be okay. I think too much. About things I can't change. posted by Beth 9:25 AM . . . Bored bored bored Insomnia can be a great tool for people with pressing matters to tend to before morning. Me? I have no pressing matters. I just spent the last half hour making shadow puppets in the glow of an American Craft black cherry candle. I have a pretty convincing dog, a duck, a bunny, and the giant black bird of death. He swoops alot. posted by Beth 4:17 AM . . . Sunday, April 13, 2003 Music heals the soul Running For Home They beam things into your head The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around awhile Cause you'r body's bound to turn up So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high ~Matthew Good Band posted by Beth 3:30 PM . . . Igby goes down A good film. Watch it. It made me smile. It has a pill popping mom, schizophrenic dad, fascist brother, a queen or two, heroin addicts, and two Culkins. There seems to be a never ending supply of Culkins. Bet Macauley is kicking himself. Anyway, if the above list didn't do it for you, you can also see Claire Danes cry (she has the chin quiver down pat ya know) Amanda Peet's breasts, the lovely, lanky Jeff Goldblum, and Susan Sarandon. And might I add that Bill Pullman has a very well formed butt. Anyhoo, rent it, watch it, love it. posted by Beth 2:56 PM . . .
A padded room with a view So I just went into a laughing fit. I'm not talking haha hehe here people. I'm talking tears streaming, stomach churning, wailing, could be sobbing, hysterical laughter. It lasted 12 minutes. I was in the living room sitting on the couch. It started when I yelled to my mother who was upstairs, "Mom, whatcha doin'." I just kept repeating it over and over again. Something about it struck me a little funny. I giggled. The giggle grew. I couldn't stop. My father is talking about having me committed. Will you still like me when I'm wearing paper shoes? posted by Beth 7:01 PM . . . I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell. Yeah okay. I haven't been to sleep yet, but I have every intention to do so. My brain just won't take a break. If I could turn my brain off, I'd be okay. I think too much. About things I can't change. posted by Beth 9:25 AM . . . Bored bored bored Insomnia can be a great tool for people with pressing matters to tend to before morning. Me? I have no pressing matters. I just spent the last half hour making shadow puppets in the glow of an American Craft black cherry candle. I have a pretty convincing dog, a duck, a bunny, and the giant black bird of death. He swoops alot. posted by Beth 4:17 AM . . . Sunday, April 13, 2003 Music heals the soul Running For Home They beam things into your head The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around awhile Cause you'r body's bound to turn up So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high ~Matthew Good Band posted by Beth 3:30 PM . . . Igby goes down A good film. Watch it. It made me smile. It has a pill popping mom, schizophrenic dad, fascist brother, a queen or two, heroin addicts, and two Culkins. There seems to be a never ending supply of Culkins. Bet Macauley is kicking himself. Anyway, if the above list didn't do it for you, you can also see Claire Danes cry (she has the chin quiver down pat ya know) Amanda Peet's breasts, the lovely, lanky Jeff Goldblum, and Susan Sarandon. And might I add that Bill Pullman has a very well formed butt. Anyhoo, rent it, watch it, love it. posted by Beth 2:56 PM . . .
I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell. Yeah okay. I haven't been to sleep yet, but I have every intention to do so. My brain just won't take a break. If I could turn my brain off, I'd be okay. I think too much. About things I can't change. posted by Beth 9:25 AM . . . Bored bored bored Insomnia can be a great tool for people with pressing matters to tend to before morning. Me? I have no pressing matters. I just spent the last half hour making shadow puppets in the glow of an American Craft black cherry candle. I have a pretty convincing dog, a duck, a bunny, and the giant black bird of death. He swoops alot. posted by Beth 4:17 AM . . . Sunday, April 13, 2003 Music heals the soul Running For Home They beam things into your head The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around awhile Cause you'r body's bound to turn up So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high ~Matthew Good Band posted by Beth 3:30 PM . . . Igby goes down A good film. Watch it. It made me smile. It has a pill popping mom, schizophrenic dad, fascist brother, a queen or two, heroin addicts, and two Culkins. There seems to be a never ending supply of Culkins. Bet Macauley is kicking himself. Anyway, if the above list didn't do it for you, you can also see Claire Danes cry (she has the chin quiver down pat ya know) Amanda Peet's breasts, the lovely, lanky Jeff Goldblum, and Susan Sarandon. And might I add that Bill Pullman has a very well formed butt. Anyhoo, rent it, watch it, love it. posted by Beth 2:56 PM . . .
Bored bored bored Insomnia can be a great tool for people with pressing matters to tend to before morning. Me? I have no pressing matters. I just spent the last half hour making shadow puppets in the glow of an American Craft black cherry candle. I have a pretty convincing dog, a duck, a bunny, and the giant black bird of death. He swoops alot. posted by Beth 4:17 AM . . . Sunday, April 13, 2003 Music heals the soul Running For Home They beam things into your head The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around awhile Cause you'r body's bound to turn up So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high ~Matthew Good Band posted by Beth 3:30 PM . . . Igby goes down A good film. Watch it. It made me smile. It has a pill popping mom, schizophrenic dad, fascist brother, a queen or two, heroin addicts, and two Culkins. There seems to be a never ending supply of Culkins. Bet Macauley is kicking himself. Anyway, if the above list didn't do it for you, you can also see Claire Danes cry (she has the chin quiver down pat ya know) Amanda Peet's breasts, the lovely, lanky Jeff Goldblum, and Susan Sarandon. And might I add that Bill Pullman has a very well formed butt. Anyhoo, rent it, watch it, love it. posted by Beth 2:56 PM . . .
Music heals the soul Running For Home They beam things into your head The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops workin' It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around awhile Cause you'r body's bound to turn up So low for how high Well it's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high ~Matthew Good Band posted by Beth 3:30 PM . . . Igby goes down A good film. Watch it. It made me smile. It has a pill popping mom, schizophrenic dad, fascist brother, a queen or two, heroin addicts, and two Culkins. There seems to be a never ending supply of Culkins. Bet Macauley is kicking himself. Anyway, if the above list didn't do it for you, you can also see Claire Danes cry (she has the chin quiver down pat ya know) Amanda Peet's breasts, the lovely, lanky Jeff Goldblum, and Susan Sarandon. And might I add that Bill Pullman has a very well formed butt. Anyhoo, rent it, watch it, love it. posted by Beth 2:56 PM . . .
Igby goes down A good film. Watch it. It made me smile. It has a pill popping mom, schizophrenic dad, fascist brother, a queen or two, heroin addicts, and two Culkins. There seems to be a never ending supply of Culkins. Bet Macauley is kicking himself. Anyway, if the above list didn't do it for you, you can also see Claire Danes cry (she has the chin quiver down pat ya know) Amanda Peet's breasts, the lovely, lanky Jeff Goldblum, and Susan Sarandon. And might I add that Bill Pullman has a very well formed butt. Anyhoo, rent it, watch it, love it. posted by Beth 2:56 PM . . .
