DJ Mrs White In The Library With The Lead Pipe (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} djmrswhite) wrote,@ 2008-05-03 00:33:00 |
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some things...
1. it's 12:33am and i am not only still awake i am intentionally still awake, forcing myself to not sleep so that i can be too exhausted and too xanaxed to be afraid of flying to dallas, which happens at 7:00am pacific time.
2. i've spent most of my time tonight packing clothes, checking and double-checking my supply of xanax, ambien, vitamins, fiber and claritin. also having second thoughts about the tiny little quarter-sized pentagram featured somewhat obscurely on the new darkthrone t-shirt. will my born-again christian family notice or care?
3. planning my mom's itinerary. this sunday is when we plan to celebrate mother's day.moroccomole and i went to tiffany the other night and found a great necklace she'd love. however, the chain is one that clasps and would not be functional for her and her one good hand. but it was from tiffany and she knows that blue box. craziest of all, it was not totally expensive. and yet, we couldn't buy it because of that damn clasp. instead i found her a pair of earrings (the kind that simply hoop through the ear so she can manage them herself) over at bloomingdales
4. the plan for the week is a sunday lunch and then off to the spa at neiman marcus for yet another pedicure, just like the one she had last time at the same place. she liked it so much i booked her another one. we'll see a couple of movies during the week, probably go to the dallas museum of art since i haven't been there in years, get her hair fixed up somewhere, roll around the botanic gardens and shop for stuff she might need for her room. it's kind of my ongoing goal to make sure her room at the nursing home isn't sterile and lifeless. we found these cool pillows once at target that she loved and were all soft and velvety. they lasted a couple of months and then she puked all over them. end of pillows. but whatever. maybe she'll want some more.
5. my oldest brother is also flying in from colorado and i'm going to make him do all the daily care things for her while he's there. bathroom, getting into and out of the car, helping her figure out picture-less menus in restaurants, perfecting the art of the series of yes/no questions to find out exactly what it is she needs, putting lotions on parts of her body we were never meant, as sons, to see up close. all of it. i'm going to stand by and watch this because the whole reason he's going when i'm going is because he has now idea how to help her on his own. he'll probably be all cranky that i just outed him here on that but fuggit. It's real late and i just took two xanax and i'm all loopy.
6. MM and Xtreem Aaron are raising money to participate in this years Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. To that end they are hosting a charity bingo night at Hamburger Mary's in West Hollywood on, I believe, May 21st. if you're even sort of local then you need to skip the "American Idol" finale on TV that night and get your ass to Hamburger Mary's and play bingo to help raise money for breasts. Everyone loves breasts and they need your help. They're gathering some pretty awesome prizes for this thing too. Not just rinky-dink shit. Stuff you'll probably like. I know this because it's cluttering the entryway corner of our living room right now. Bags of desirable objects. That's also the week of MM's birthday and he doesn't even want presents. He just wants people to come to bingo and play and donate to this cause. It's important to him for several reasons: his own mother died of breast cancer when he was 19, his sister had it and is in remission, and my mom had it and is also in remission. Also? Kylie.
7. My own birthday will be one of greed, for I am my own charity. I want kaiju.
8. Speaking of greed, some sad people are bidding against me on a Margaret Kilgallen figure on ebay right now. Tokion produced it back in 2000 or 2001. I forget which. But the shit is getting crazy on there. They're all going to cry when I kick their asses for it and win it and own it because I deserve it the most. ME.
9. while i'm gone to dallas one of you locals has to come over and buy this dang loveseat belonging to my friend charlotte and TAKE IT AWAY. she wants a hundred bucks for it. she'll take 75. she'll take 50. just come buy it because it's huge and i want it out of my house. dang.
10. i made a pitcher of sweet tea tonight just so XA can have it to drink while i'm gone. i'm an excellent roommate.
11. "Mister Lonely" is an intensely beautiful movie and the part with the singing eggs and the Iris Dement song will make you cry. unless you're MM, who hated every frame of the film. he and i disagree about stuff like this a lot, which to me just means that we have complementary personalities about culture and what's good and what's not.
just yesterday i was playing this borbetomagus record in the house and he goes, "you know, i see you walking around the apartment, organizing things and putting away books and stuff and i hear you listening to this record, which to me sounds like a trombone being raped by a jackhammer, and I wonder to myself what it means to you and how i'll never understand it or like it. and then i think about my siblings and how they know you and love you but i wonder how i would explain to them that you actually enjoy listening to this. they wouldn't even believe me if i told them that it exists and people buy it and put it on the record player just as music to clean the house to."
"would they think differently of me if they heard me play it for them sometime when they visit?" i asked. "would they suddenly look at me askance?"
"no, because after 13 years of knowing you they already have this idea of you as being, you know, 'interesting.'"
12. it's 1am now. time for a three hour nap. then i get up, get dressed and get to the airport by 5am
1. it's 12:33am and i am not only still awake i am intentionally still awake, forcing myself to not sleep so that i can be too exhausted and too xanaxed to be afraid of flying to dallas, which happens at 7:00am pacific time.
2. i've spent most of my time tonight packing clothes, checking and double-checking my supply of xanax, ambien, vitamins, fiber and claritin. also having second thoughts about the tiny little quarter-sized pentagram featured somewhat obscurely on the new darkthrone t-shirt. will my born-again christian family notice or care?
3. planning my mom's itinerary. this sunday is when we plan to celebrate mother's day.
moroccomole and i went to tiffany the other night and found a great necklace she'd love. however, the chain is one that clasps and would not be functional for her and her one good hand. but it was from tiffany and she knows that blue box. craziest of all, it was not totally expensive. and yet, we couldn't buy it because of that damn clasp. instead i found her a pair of earrings (the kind that simply hoop through the ear so she can manage them herself) over at bloomingdales4. the plan for the week is a sunday lunch and then off to the spa at neiman marcus for yet another pedicure, just like the one she had last time at the same place. she liked it so much i booked her another one. we'll see a couple of movies during the week, probably go to the dallas museum of art since i haven't been there in years, get her hair fixed up somewhere, roll around the botanic gardens and shop for stuff she might need for her room. it's kind of my ongoing goal to make sure her room at the nursing home isn't sterile and lifeless. we found these cool pillows once at target that she loved and were all soft and velvety. they lasted a couple of months and then she puked all over them. end of pillows. but whatever. maybe she'll want some more.
5. my oldest brother is also flying in from colorado and i'm going to make him do all the daily care things for her while he's there. bathroom, getting into and out of the car, helping her figure out picture-less menus in restaurants, perfecting the art of the series of yes/no questions to find out exactly what it is she needs, putting lotions on parts of her body we were never meant, as sons, to see up close. all of it. i'm going to stand by and watch this because the whole reason he's going when i'm going is because he has now idea how to help her on his own. he'll probably be all cranky that i just outed him here on that but fuggit. It's real late and i just took two xanax and i'm all loopy.
6. MM and Xtreem Aaron are raising money to participate in this years Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. To that end they are hosting a charity bingo night at Hamburger Mary's in West Hollywood on, I believe, May 21st. if you're even sort of local then you need to skip the "American Idol" finale on TV that night and get your ass to Hamburger Mary's and play bingo to help raise money for breasts. Everyone loves breasts and they need your help. They're gathering some pretty awesome prizes for this thing too. Not just rinky-dink shit. Stuff you'll probably like. I know this because it's cluttering the entryway corner of our living room right now. Bags of desirable objects. That's also the week of MM's birthday and he doesn't even want presents. He just wants people to come to bingo and play and donate to this cause. It's important to him for several reasons: his own mother died of breast cancer when he was 19, his sister had it and is in remission, and my mom had it and is also in remission. Also? Kylie.
7. My own birthday will be one of greed, for I am my own charity. I want kaiju.
8. Speaking of greed, some sad people are bidding against me on a Margaret Kilgallen figure on ebay right now. Tokion produced it back in 2000 or 2001. I forget which. But the shit is getting crazy on there. They're all going to cry when I kick their asses for it and win it and own it because I deserve it the most. ME.
9. while i'm gone to dallas one of you locals has to come over and buy this dang loveseat belonging to my friend charlotte and TAKE IT AWAY. she wants a hundred bucks for it. she'll take 75. she'll take 50. just come buy it because it's huge and i want it out of my house. dang.
10. i made a pitcher of sweet tea tonight just so XA can have it to drink while i'm gone. i'm an excellent roommate.
11. "Mister Lonely" is an intensely beautiful movie and the part with the singing eggs and the Iris Dement song will make you cry. unless you're MM, who hated every frame of the film. he and i disagree about stuff like this a lot, which to me just means that we have complementary personalities about culture and what's good and what's not.
just yesterday i was playing this borbetomagus record in the house and he goes, "you know, i see you walking around the apartment, organizing things and putting away books and stuff and i hear you listening to this record, which to me sounds like a trombone being raped by a jackhammer, and I wonder to myself what it means to you and how i'll never understand it or like it. and then i think about my siblings and how they know you and love you but i wonder how i would explain to them that you actually enjoy listening to this. they wouldn't even believe me if i told them that it exists and people buy it and put it on the record player just as music to clean the house to."
"would they think differently of me if they heard me play it for them sometime when they visit?" i asked. "would they suddenly look at me askance?"
"no, because after 13 years of knowing you they already have this idea of you as being, you know, 'interesting.'"
12. it's 1am now. time for a three hour nap. then i get up, get dressed and get to the airport by 5am
