tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55387152011-04-21T11:58:52.014-07:00Whirling Meat for YouYour GYRO. Always tasty inside.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1091116143157290742004-07-29T08:48:00.000-07:002004-07-29T08:49:03.156-07:00Dammit, Blogger!Why aren't your buttons in order? I keep hitting "save as draft" when I'm damn well done with a post and want to publish~a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1091116082153385062004-07-29T08:47:00.000-07:002004-07-29T08:48:13.760-07:00Isn't It?It's wrong to want to have a baby just to blog about it.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1087585696125147742004-06-18T12:06:00.000-07:002004-06-18T12:08:16.126-07:00Boobs & Bitsi was dreaming that i arranged to be part of some sort of car wash
for charity sort of thing, and was naked, of course. so this dude shows
up and wants to take pictures with his digital camera, and i'm like "no
way" and he won't leave until i let him take a picture, which i
really do not want to do.
"i do not want to end up on the internet" i tell him. he says it's
too late. there's already a a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1087417733479656442004-06-16T13:28:00.000-07:002004-06-16T13:28:53.480-07:00Where have I been?Seriously! Welcome back, me.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085780784733664812004-05-28T14:44:00.000-07:002004-05-28T14:46:24.733-07:00Let the boys be boysThe entire fantasy is this: work, a fight, a file cabinet, and then suddenly mouth-on-mouth passion the likes of which the office would crumble for. Don't tell. The stench is overpowering and the body is too skinny. But still.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085696266368876012004-05-27T15:01:00.000-07:002004-05-27T15:17:46.370-07:00Save as draftCucumbers in bed! Ranch dressing of the dusk! The vague blog-postings of the horniest. Gandhi never had it like this. Or this. We needs a logo. We wants one. Feeling crimson, throw open the blonds! And the blinds!a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085446991706842582004-05-24T18:02:00.000-07:002004-05-24T18:03:11.706-07:00hey honobosy home
right now
I love that typo though
heea.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085193326096997622004-05-21T19:30:00.000-07:002004-05-21T19:35:26.096-07:00PoemSTONEHENGE
O replica
Of course
Seal'd with a
Sign out
You're breaking my heart
Of course
Beneath championships
Glue has dried
Into
Pedestals for
The game of lifea.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085190719763028382004-05-21T18:44:00.000-07:002004-05-21T18:53:36.790-07:00I'm sorry take me back but maybe that's just the baco-bitsSuch a little bitch, boo hoo. Here's a habit I'd like to break. I feel asleep during HULK dvd. She offends me, that actress. No one just playing someone interesting's girlfriend should get Oscar. Oscar should go to the bold. Or a new award, named Rita. He kisses like a diet Coke feels. Empty? Low calorie, maybe. Silver. Metallic. Get a tic tac or take a hint. Must we play The Clash a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085160626031033192004-05-21T10:28:00.000-07:002004-05-21T10:30:49.800-07:00[removed by request]Phew. Glad that's over. How do you other girls put up with it? My crushworthiness will not be televised. Plus, I was too fucking low on the list to begin with. I love the kid but hey I'm a sensation. I nominate Lauren to rejoin the list, myself. Hoo! a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085079887004987802004-05-20T12:04:00.000-07:002004-05-20T12:04:47.003-07:00Yeah, so?I used to play field hockey. Doesn't mean I can tell the curved side from the flat side anymore.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085073283398539202004-05-20T10:10:00.000-07:002004-05-20T10:14:43.396-07:00I deny you the chance to know how cute I am har harI'd get rid of the sheep meat and put up a cute photo of myself here but I am haunted by thoughts of people jerking off over their keyboards at me and putting one across my virtual nose. And I am hypothetically still taken. Like in a friendster way "In a Relationship! Just Here to Help!" as his new poem says. If he was rich I'd marry him and then take all his money and just wait for all the a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085073031088480192004-05-20T10:08:00.000-07:002004-05-20T10:10:31.086-07:00&smells like teen patchouli. I want to put eyeblack under my green beauties just like Kevin Millar does. Sigh or yawn? Who gives a shit?a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085069162405077202004-05-20T09:05:00.000-07:002004-05-20T09:06:02.406-07:00Blink, blink, blinkEverything tastes like peanut allergy today.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085018670354209962004-05-19T19:03:00.000-07:002004-05-19T19:04:30.353-07:00He's goneBut for how long? I'll watch the very end of the game. And then Zoolander. a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1085006179701957002004-05-19T15:32:00.000-07:002004-05-19T15:36:19.700-07:00And the rain sets inThis is a new kind of longing. The sucking in the pit of my stomach is filled with leaf after curly leaf continues to growl. I fantasize about vegetables that haven't been invented and vegetables I might become. Am I drooling? People are walking around in double time along short hallways. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? There's a future in medication; is it mine?a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084994795767824632004-05-19T12:20:00.000-07:002004-05-19T12:26:35.766-07:00The dream of the StaplerThat it was giant and had a squeaky voice and was after me although I was not scared. And it was red. I am waiting for The Boston Herald to print a large color poster of 2b Mark Bellhorn, that's how smitten I am. Wolf whistle! Goodfellas gets funnier and funnier but it's creepy, too, so many Sopranos. Leo trashed my closet because I was late and I need to get those little crumbly hamburgers a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084904693434429532004-05-18T11:17:00.000-07:002004-05-18T11:24:53.433-07:00The bad crouton taste of the soulIt seems to me like it's him being needy and me being incredibly reasonable and adorable. As usual. Spinach snakes through the teeth. Sleeping makes you sleepy. Salads can make you feel so alone. The powder blue of the toes reminds you they're there.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084840585883451042004-05-17T17:34:00.000-07:002004-05-17T17:38:12.813-07:00I'd ask that you strike that from the record, your honorI did not want to fuck the CVS boy, I wanted to be fucked by the CVS boy. Or just tangled up. In his Scooby Doo bedsheets. With him. And his crooked but somehow beautiful cock. In harsh morning light. After having me bodice rrrrrrrriped.
Doing Piratespeak oncemore. Arr!a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084834624901102382004-05-17T15:53:00.000-07:002004-05-17T16:01:44.400-07:00An old age filterSometimes I worry that my grandmother will get ahold of this. She can hardly see to read even the pulp paperback bodice rippers she used to love, but somehow someone will introduce her to the internet. She will immediately magnetically be drawn to my blog. And her cataracts will clear as if by magic.
"Astrid?" she'll gasp, "My Astrid?"
And she'll be horrified. She'll pass out right in her a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084833917518295542004-05-17T15:44:00.000-07:002004-05-17T15:45:17.520-07:00A new brand of crisisIs it possible to be sleepless in the middle of the day?a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084821844873890752004-05-17T12:10:00.000-07:002004-05-17T12:24:04.873-07:00Now I Know How Joan of Arc Felt, I ThinkMy cheeks are burnt methinks. Thinking I should maybe post poems from my thing, Wasp in the Gears of the Ocean. Thinking I should maybe post them here (?). Today I wanted to fuck the boy at CVS suddenly and vividly. It's hard to remember why. And I am limping around, too. If you link link only to A.G.. Until I change the name of this to fuglyho dot blogspot dot com. Almost typed fuglycunta.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084768783269855532004-05-16T21:34:00.001-07:002004-05-16T21:44:23.836-07:00When the name on the side of the blog is your name and leads to youEeeek. He's done it. I think I wish he hadn't. I ought to let him know. We're keepin' it--this here-- strictly on the D.L.. Because we here are sweet and lowdown and what happens when things stop getting polite and start getting real? The stomach needs a carrot, but how big a carrot and from whom? And when does the stick come out? Speak softly and resist the urge to pet me as I go. Isn'ta.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084764206485428712004-05-16T20:22:00.000-07:002004-05-16T20:24:03.466-07:00Whoops, oh my.Are my eyes bigger than my stomach? Is anything bigger than my stomach?a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084737975733594582004-05-16T13:05:00.000-07:002004-05-16T13:06:15.733-07:00Ormaybe it's what it gets to forget. 10,000 salads down and 10,000 to go.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084737489265896692004-05-16T12:55:00.000-07:002004-05-16T12:58:09.266-07:00Meaty BoneLinks got provided, although we'll add and subtract. And the blog name was an ironic hand-me-down. The feeling that I've been backed into this somehow. For my own good. I've been vegetarian 10 years this month. Do I get a cake? Made of peas?a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-108473726851901142004-05-16T12:50:00.000-07:002004-05-16T12:54:28.520-07:00Asleep with your eyes openUp so late there was no difference between sleeping and not. You're only coming through in waves, dear. A bad habit? With nothing good to worry about we worry about ourselves. I slept on a sock, which might be sleeping funny if it didn't hurt and if I had gotten any sleep. So that's where the socks end up, somehow between the sheets you don't feel like sharing anymore. Made for walking theya.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084699620980123772004-05-16T02:25:00.000-07:002004-05-16T02:27:00.980-07:00Must Be Some Kind of -trixThe urge to not pursue. Mace in a pocketbook can be drawn in ten seconds maybe. Enough time to get some shots in.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084699459838825492004-05-16T02:23:00.000-07:002004-05-16T02:24:19.840-07:00Studies of RestlessnessAre inconclusive. Despite the body next to you. And I only wanna show you my ankle so far. This one.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538715.post-1084672078335931162004-05-15T18:45:00.000-07:002004-05-15T18:48:42.733-07:00Do you want fries with that?A blog was asked for and so a blog was born. Blanket apologies or caveats. This is nothing but thoughts while the meat's aspin. Welcome to whatever seems juicy in a hurry.a.g.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17931461405194618739noreply@blogger.com0