obviously, there have been some changes. hopefully all will be back to abnormal soon.
Archive for August, 2006
booze and drugs not used to feel good but to feel nothing.
It’s true, i am a pervert, but my goodness this “freddy” character looks like a G-spot vibrator (complete with a clitoral stimulating nobbin). If i were the makers of Huggies Flushable Moist Wipes, i’d be seriously questioning the intentions of my design team.
Age is a bastard.
Been listening to Peter Murphy’s Marlene Dietrich’s Favourite Poem. The tragic beauty is found within the realisation that the old woman* is the evolution of the young woman–big deal you think, but consider the next old woman you see.
i’m so afraid of age.
*i originally wrote “young beautiful woman” but that makes no sense–youth is intrinsically beautiful.
When the fuck did i become a “ma’am”?
There needs to be category between “miss” and “ma’am”.
Yay! Bright and early this morning i received a package containing an object that any rational person just can not live without:
HERE for bigger-n-better!
Sometimes life just doesn’t get any better!
Pick up a short 34 year-old woman:
Clueless Lothorio #1: Hi there. How’re you doing?
malfouka: Great! How are you?
CL#1: Doin’ better now.
Clueless Lothario #2: So what brings you out tonight?
malfouka: Just hanging out. Came to meet some people.
CL#1: You from around here?
malfouka: Nope. From San Francisco.
CL#2: Are you here for business or fun?
malfouka: Business. Just published a new book.*
CL#2: Oh yeah? What’s your name?
malfouka: I’m not telling you.
CL#1: Would we recognise it, you know, if we heard it?
malfouka (cocking an eyebrow and regarding the two men): Probably, but I doubt if you’ve read my stuff–too many words and all…
CL#1: You can’t be a writer, you’re definitely a model.
CL#2: Yeah. You’ve got to be a model.
malfouka: Give me a break, do you see how short I am? I am not a model!
CL#1: Well, if you aren’t, you should be.
malfouka: I’m a little too old… in addition to the height issue.
CL#2: No, she is.
malfouka: Good god, I’ve had enough. Goodnight gentlemen.
*a lie of course but one can dream…
“Oh my god, it’s rebelmania!” ~C#2 while playing Star Wars Battlefront.
My kids have been playing Axis and Allies all day. Let me tell you, there is nothing funnier than hearing a 10 year-old know-it-all scream at his younger brother, “That’s not Midway you idiot! Pay attention!”
(“I could be storming your beaches, ya know!”)
see, this is the problem: i said i’d never become emotionally involved with anyone after this disaster of a marriage. i’d take lovers without feeling. i’d be myself and live for myself. selfish. demanding. dismissive of connection. i’d wallow in the flesh and beauty and scorn base attachments.
unfortunately, i have so far been a failure in this endevour.
i’ve set myself up yet again for agony.
when i could have fucked and remained distant with others.
when i could have taken lovers without complication. without caring.
i’ve turned them all down.
i’ve saved myself for misery.
saved myself for a situation that can not survive.
remained celibate for a fucking dream.
The axiom says, “there’s a thin line between love and hate”. While i have no current opinion on the correctness of this statement, it makes a nice introduction for the following: there is a thin line between elation and misery.
Or perhaps, elation and misery can co-exist nicely.