here's to trying something new...
backpackers of the world, unite (dios mio, what am i doing)
& no, banana, i didn't sew a flag to my life-on-shoulder-straps (aka backpack).
not yet.
my assault on the world begins now (thank you, lloyd dobler).
(remember to pay the meter)
"i done told you once. stop cryin'" (mom to her 2 year old)
a woman using an eyelash curler (see torture device below) while Driving on the bay bridge.
a man or woman (not sure which) dressed like a silver trooper from star wars-counting change from a 7-11 plastic cup.
its been quite a day.
so, that's all i have to say...a few random pictures that truly show who the "real molly" is. hope you, dear readers, find these pictures illuminating as to the inner workings of my character. especially the last one...that jackie wong, she's got cred.
"write what you know, keep the story funny
have a happy ending, make the female sexy..."
so here i am. identity stripped away (note to the gentle reader, one should never base one's sole value on one's work, especially when said work is for the MAN & not for oneself...as it will ultimately lead to a disappointing end, no matter what that end may be)
i am trying to figure it all out-life, liberty & the pursuit of alleged happiness.
i know this is the best thing, but it still feels like someone ripped one of my arms out right at the socket-without any anesthetic-not even a bandaid or some gauze thrown my way to stop the bleeding.
Morose & Depressing, yes.
but as cliche as it is-whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger (& no mother, this isn't going to kill me). so my muscles feel stretched out to their limit, it's hard to even lift my arms to type this...but i am getting stronger...i feel deep down this is my superhero transformation period...that this is the part in the movie where the soon-to-be-batman or superman or astroboy get taken to the cave or top of the mountain or scary warehouse to learn how to use their powers for good...
so though i am in the dark, having my body poked & prodded, i will emerge a better person for it all-if not a little wiser for the wear (DAMMIT i am full of cliches tonight...yowza).
on to a brave new world, ladies & gentlemen of the jury...on to world domination & card making craftiness.
so, to be a renegade...a law-breaker, an OUTLAW...
this is really about banksy, because i am not-so-secretly in love with him & more importantly (& ridiculously) his point-of-view on everything (because it makes me laugh & because it's weird). even though people will h8 all over him now because he sells his work to the likes of brangelina, et al-i still think there has to be some non-commercial element to him. cmon, give the guy a break, people...a brotha's gotta get paid! & if it is by doing what he does, live & let die, h8rs!!
loud people outside the apt right now, 1:33am...
ana got the placebo, so she is not going to be growing gills during THIS stint @ the nutter clinic.
whew (insert sigh-of-relief here).
so there's that.
& otherwise, not a lot to report from the homefront-other than my new fav band (today, probably will change tomorrow) is a toss up between "nightmare of you" & "say hi to your mom"...despite the desperately lame names, fun songs all around...
you know you are destined for greatness with song names like sweet sweet heartkiller, a kiss to make it better, yeah i'm in love with an android, they write books about this sort of thing & hooplas involving circus tricks (all from say hi to your mom).
it doesn't get much better than that, really.
no great insights other than MAKE SURE TO DOUBLE CHECK the % on your milk-it may seem like it's the right kind (personal preference being "x") because the colour is correct on the lid...but oh, caveat emptor (that's "buyer beware" for you who aren't fluent in latin like me,...yowza)...just because the cap seems dead on, you could have just bought whole milk & be drinking lumpy milkshakes every time you eat cereal (me-all week, ps).
(& no, mother dearest, i am not sad & i promise to ring you first thing in the morning-so for me that means noon!)
joe "peppy" peters here, good afternoon friends & fun folk! today is going to be a super swell sensation!
bullshit.
but today will be another day-of THIS reality rita (seen below) is most certain. another day. another day to fight all those smart, witty & very pressing fights...
press the button...c'mon, scaredy cat...you know you want to...
who knows? this could be the one button you have to push to be transported to paradise ever-after...or with just one click you could get your own personal genie that grants you your hearts desires...all of them, not just a measly three...
by just placing your shaky palm on top of it's shiny red goodness, you could end starvation in africa, cure aids, pugnacious politicians would never bore any of us again...your life's one true love, at your doorstep, ready & willing to love you faithfully & fervently for all the rest of your days...
one smack at that plastic mystery-and instantly, the whole world in converse-the shade & design determined by the contents of that person's soul.
(hopefully mine would be hysterical, compassionate, wise, beautiful & kind...but i'd probably get stuck with these-whatever...)
at least you would know right away what someone was like on the inside, you wouldn't have to guess, you could just like down at their feet & WHAM-immediately know if this one is worth your time, or if you should just walk away now...
or, maybe instead of the world in chuck taylors & jack purcells, by hitting that "press me" with all your might, you get to taste only good things...nothing you ever put in your mouth will taste anything less than cordon bleu...every single thing-creamed spinach, beef stroganoff (PUKE), popsicle sticks, other gross stuff -
ALL of it tastes like saturday morning pancakes, with strawberries & whip cream (if that's what suits your fancy)
just one little red button...a button with all the answers...and to think, i found this magic, just by accident...
and all of it's limitless possibilities ran through my mind...
& so i pushed it. with certainty. with force-but not enough to smash it
& then...
