Thoughts from my Homestate

I know...I know... When you meet someone and they announce "Yeah, I'm from Boston" you often begin to think of clam-chowder slinging male of the Irish persuasion, he is referred to as "Southie" by his friends, because he is, of course from South Boston. His older brother is an RA at the same college yet somehow has suspiciously red hair and red beard and wears a newsies cap and kilt. They spend their weekends like the guys on Boondock Saints. Sure we have those...

We also have those guys who are still wearing New England Patriots Starter jackets, yeah they have season tickets to see Brady jiggle around Gillette Stadium in his special NFL spandex and panties, they drink 15 Coors Lights a game "the official game sponsor" (is it?) and love their chili dogs. They spit the leftover, beer-soaked bits and pieces of said chili dog out from between their teeth at you as they drunkenly try to ask you where the closest beer tent is. Then they oogle and grin at you with wet, red-glazed eyes as they walk away and in a "shout-whisper" say to their friends "Man, she sooo wanted to ____ my ______!"

But we also have quite an amazing little, should we call it a subculture? Take a stroll through the rickety, red lanterned, cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill or down a dragon-studded, paper lantern strung avenue in Chinatown, you'll find speakeasys, underground casinos, chain restaurants that turn into brothels after hours, paraplegics hanging out in the middle of Downtown Crossing..in the middle of the night... Anyhow I could go on forever...but instead I wanted to share a few "Best of Craigslist" ads that I came across... I noticed that the titles grabbing my attention were all coming from the Boston locale.... It was a pleasant reminder that the place I come from is full of looneys and whores. I feel at ease....

Take these 2 fine lasses from my college (Emerson College). I should have known what I was getting into going to that damn school from the moment that my tour guide said "Welcome to the Ivy League for Misfits". WOOF.... Maybe I shouldn't post this... it's probably 2 of my hooker friends.


Another fine example of the neato creeps that lurk in Boston...

Keep in mind....there is a bike/jogger path that runs along the entire Charles River, the entire "park by the river" is wide open and not all that expanse of an area. With that said the Charles River is really beautiful and romantic...in fact my ex-boyfriend and I used to lay out on the esplanade by the river all the time... Looking back..that creepo was probably him... aaah..damn... shouldn't have posted this one either...

This one just speaks the truth:



And just a sidenote: We were definetely wearing Flannel way before it was cool.
And just another sidenote: Wait until our Canadian Tuxedo trend hits the masses.


AND WE HAVE EMILY DICKINSON, SYLVIA PLATH AND ANNE SEXTON!!!!

i Lose, thought I was in control, iloseiloseilosethisround

Yeah
Whoa
Gunfire left a hole
In the tank
Losing gasoline

Fire is on my trail
And he's after me
Hope it dont get here
Before I get where Im going
I gotta get where Im going
Take off my mask to breath

You couldve been a apart of a
Masterpiece
Fluid in the breaks
Was the last to leak
Thats the thing

Where I'm going
I dont need my breaks
Cant wait to see your face
When your front windows break
And I come crashing through

The lovers need to clear the road

Cause this thing is ready to blow
I just wanna set you on fire
So I wont have to burn alone
Then you
Then youll know where
I'm coming from
Fire bomb
Fire bomb

Scenes go
But baby no
Doesnt have to be
Microwaving a medal tragedy
Watching it burn and
Its beautiful and its blue
And its pitiful
When its through
Its the other half of me

I didnt do it
You lit the match for me
Now were flying
From the blast, baby
Thats the thing

Where were going
We dont need no breaks
Cant wait to see your face
When your front windows break
And I come crashing through

The lovers need to clear the road

Cause this thing is ready to blow


I just wanna set you on fire
So I wont have to burn alone
Then you
Then youll know where
Im coming from
Fire bomb
Fire bomb

Baby we were killing them
They couldnt handle the millionth degree
We were criminals
As we were burning
The world called the police
Fire department, ambulance
You can call me crazy cause I believe
The only move for me and you
Is to blow our flames
And

The lovers need to clear the road
Cause this thing is ready to blow


I just wanna set you on fire
So I wont have to burn alone
Then you
Then youll know where
Im coming from
Fire bomb
Fire bomb

hahahah! beware for flying kittens!

Google Wave...

you confuse me....

Maya the Puppy

Going home for Thanksgiving is always exciting....
1) I get to reunite with the homies from high school and not respect myself out and about around my old stomping grounds
2) I get to stuff my face with delicious goodies
3) I get to breathe crisp, healthy non-Los Angeles air...hopefully see some snow... and sit in front of a sexy fireplace..
4) And lastly...I get to meet the most recent addition to my family... Maya theeeeee PUPPPPYYYYYY

oh freddie...take me to Zanzibar, won't you?

facebook fiasco

I currently have 9 friend requests in my facebook inbox feed thing.... No I'm not trying to brag about how painfully exclusive it is to become a "Friend of the Tinycat" on FB.... 3 requests are from people living in Thailand who claim to work at the same company as me.... One is from a playmate looking lady, most likely wanting to promote herself... the rest are from my Aunt, Grandma, Mom and Dad.... It's not that I don't want to be friends with them... I just have to teach myself to remember who I am friends with on this old thing...before you know... posting about how many martinis I've downed during The Witching Hour... Below... some fine examples of situations a la this....

feelings that I have...

i like this...

i sleep to dream

I love the cemetery.
Everyone is dead, all is peaceful.

I love the graveyard.
The ghosts sing, talk, and dance with me.

I love the hospital.
The sick surround me, make me well.

I love the morgue.
The dead tell me their secrets.

I love prison.
I am free amongst those that aren't.

I love the shelters.
The homeless cannot harm me.

I love the asylum.
I am home.

Poet Link

EMPOP

Courtesy of Diane Martel... Leader of the Opposition Party..

Happy Halloween in West Hollywood!