Cheery Cherry Pop and myself are on our way to perk's on Quinpool for french vanillas. RIP Bella Muse. Today we feed the machine. Now how will Cherry Pop meet the love of her life? We are going to discuss these matters and what to do about my $2 an hour raise.

Viggo, I accept. Please don't tell Exene because she could kick my ass. Let's get those babies started sweet cheeks.

You are going to marry viggo mortensen.He is very
friendly and funny and has a lot of respect for
you and your friends. He is also very good with
kids and would be an ideal father. Congrats!!


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Laura's doing a photography show at the Bella Muse featuring the snaps from the recent Big Top Burlesque show at the legion. The camera she was using looked like a burlesque star all unto itself. Me and the rest of the Cherry Bomb Squad will be there, excepting Cherry Cha Cha. The gurls received our first on the road email from her today. She sounds wonderful and crazy as per usual. I have to get my scanner working so's I can put up a photo page of all our 35mm's of the show that she can check in on once and a bit.
Looking through my own backstage snaps. Man my tata's sure aren't what they used to be, but I'm fair enough enjoying what they have become.
I'm falling in love. I've been with the beloved almost a year now, following years of friendship. All the honeymoony stuff has passed and where the boredom usually arrives instead arrives newfound levels of gut. I think his sperm is changing my DNA.

My aunt has her own church. When she was young she was a party gurl in London, England and now she is a head mistress of her own church. She will go on 40 day cleansing fasts to receive the word in a pure manner. One of her church followers is a Texas gazillionaire who bought her a Cadillac. When I was 13 she had a vision that my eyes had to be seen and bought me contact lenses on the gazillionaire's credit card. He leaves one with her at all times so she can concentrate on spreading the word and not worry about income.
I've since reverted back to eyeglasses. If anyone needs to see my eyes they can just ask. I wonder what the purpose of that was? What, according to this vision, were folks supposed to gain by looking at my eyeglass free eyeballs?
That was her calling, to speak in tongues and guide the lost to their shepherd. My calling may or may not be stand up comedy. I have no trouble performing in front of an audience. I'll shed a good portion of my clothing or pull a little June Carter action anytime but this stand up thing is wracking my brain. I've gotta go out there and be funny on purpose, improv style, for money in just two weeks. It's not the same as gettin' tipsy and calling out the character eccentricities of my friends., or of strangers to my friends. Is there a comedy god? A symbol I can hang on a chain around my neck or build an altar to in my home? Something that requires tidy sacrifice, I don't wanna slaughter any goats.

LORD of the RINGS WINS!!!!
blog isn't recognized by the spell checker, but biloba comes up as Bilbo, as in Baggins of Bag End. A Bag End here and a Bag End there.

U oh. blog psychology is sniffin' my ass. Just as I feared my blog tells me something about myself I didn't need to know. I'm not as funny as I used to be. My grammar has dropped off and my attention span is ridiculous. The second two don't matter as much as the first because I've recently been invited to perform in an amateur comedy night at a local club. I'm not allowed to write any material, it has to be off the cuff. If I cheat and the audience knows it I'll be the laughing stock of the local stand up community. How big of a boner is that!?!?!?!?
On the other hand if I make myself really nuts with anxiety before the big night I could just be the next Mary Walsh... before the whole book club fiasco. (Note to self: stop reading now!)

BOught some new beauty products today, y'all better look out cause each one promises the sun stars and the moon will be mine when I step outta my house lookin' like Helen of Troy herself! haha. For you product junkies I bought Marcelle (Canadian) eye protector cream. All those late nights working in the bar are taking their toll. It promises to protect the sensitive areas around my eyes from pollution of which the bar is heavy seeing how as we're not following that no-smoking rule. I opted away from the one that said it reduces black circles under the eye area...what's in it? Bleach?
Anyway this one has gingko biloba extract and says it will soothe itch and tiredness. So for $7.95 plus gov't bloodmoney tax I am protected from pollution, itch and all things that aren't soothing to my eyes. Haha, I'll believe that last one when I see it. I have a feeling certain uglies are going to remain just as ugly!
I'll let ya know how it goes as a whole new me.

gotta go to work gotta got to work gotta go to work

This dream began low to the ground and thusly;
dried yellow grass crinkling from the freezing snow surrounded by sounds of icy breath also seen in small billows. A prairie scape to the sight yet with the awareness of unseen mountains. Powerful stillness, anxiety of needing to reach... to one direction he smoothes her hair "you will always be..." As she crumbles and folds into him with unstoppable tears. Another direction 3 characters, one the father, 2 the nieces, one of which the replacement for another time and place. They come in and out, growing and shrinking, showing and disappearing. All need to be reached. A third scene in a third direction, nameless, faceless. Perhaps future people unknown and unfamiliar. Cold offerings do not warrant knowledge.
Direction one: divided heart
direction two: a past relieved
direction three: ?

Who sits in the night with too much knowledge weighted on the mind
waiting for the heart like the stars, perfectly aligned
who open and vulnerable wants to hide, half given
needs to stride
nothing to harmonize
nothing to time
a different peace of mind

once a road traveler
once stopped on a dime
once wrestled with barbarians
once gladly spent the time
once danced on the juke box
once held the world in kind

no murderers sent here to relinquish these deeds
no lawyers sent in for corporate appease
humility humanity cut through the sanity
gravity or levity
dealt out with brevity
imagine the size of one elephant tear
drown all your sorrows for a thousand years

Born under the sign of Leo. Depending on whose interpretation of astrology you read my characteristics apparently run from pride to regality to extreme protectiveness. I had my charts done and she saw in my stars that my adherence to defense of honour would remain throughout my life my greatest attribute and my greatest downfall. She saw that I would spite it in the weariness of upholding it, fight always to understand all sides of it and eventually triumph as a voice of reason for the purpose I choose to herald.
I better get some sturdier shoes, sounds like I'm going Braveheart on some ass.
A friend asked me, "If you were to start an army, what would your army represent and die for?" answer: The right to maintain. I can't say the right to life because another army has appropriated that banner just as the Nazis appropriated the swastika.
So the right to maintain. Food, education, freedom of expression, equality, access to proper healthcare... the fight of survival of all of humanity throughout the ages...
She said " Would your army would need guns?"