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Bird Flu, ew!

Rachel — Mon, 06 Mar 2006 21:25:21 GMT

So I'm a little freaked, to the point of figuring out which one of my friends is a Costco Club member that I can sponge off of in order to start stock piling on canned goods, water and other emergency supplies. 18 months & the pandemic could be upon us in the United States. I am not prone to panic & frankly I am a poster child for procrastination and ignorant to most current events, i.e. no earthquake kits, no extra flashlight batteries, no emergency condom stashed in the wallet. But this bird virus scares me....these infected fowl have forced me to turn over a new leaf. I am reminded of a Family Guy episode where the nuclear winter befalls the world and the Griffins survive on Twinkies. I can only hope to share a similar fate. So, uh, Costco Club anyone?

I still got sunshine....

Rachel — Tue, 28 Feb 2006 02:08:08 GMT

..but on a day like today, your 5 mile run feels like 10 and leaves you with cold wet feet. I need some passion tea and another log for the fire.

May I have another?

Rachel — Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:15:43 GMT

Don't tell anyone I have become the appendage of a full grown man Now, i play with little boys to forget the insults and pokes at your pride a bronco unbroken, just angry I told you your eyes scared little children You told me to go fuck myself and I did, the force of my hips made me smile even through the cinders fallen on your face I'll keep a room for you inside my head and only bring you out on rainy days when the trickle brings my heart back to it's place, a few inches below my belt

you kids these days.... with your rap music...

Rachel — Sat, 18 Feb 2006 19:14:56 GMT

and jelly beans.

Numb, my numb nuts

Rachel — Sat, 18 Feb 2006 01:40:00 GMT

I've noticed, even meeting cool people still numb down there, numbing, numby, numb yup, rub it a lil, hmmmmm still numb maybe it's just broken or maybe nothing good enough to rouse it? aloneliness, just won't leave me alone. Are those jolly ranchers?

Temp-er, Temp-er

Rachel — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 19:18:09 GMT

I’m temping at the moment – I do have bills & ironically enough they do need to be paid. So I’m selling out for a while, which isn’t such a bad decision considering I haven’t been able to pick up a paintbrush for several days. Here’s what I’ve noticed to date – Nobody likes a temp, astonishing I know! It wasn’t like I had some dream of special instant acceptance but ..OUCH! This is truly a daily 8-hour stint as a second-class citizen. Most people don’t acknowledge your existence let alone talk to you, they exclude you from the water cooler banter and will never invite you to lunch. As much as I enjoy working undisturbed, I would like a little interaction now & then – Throw me a bone, people! I consider myself a likeable person, perhaps, not immediately likeable but people warm up to me quickly enough. That was before I got the title “the temp” affixed to my name. “Who? Oh that’s Rachel, ‘the temp’”. So fine, have it your way. I have now resorted to hiding all of our floor's toilet paper, making up fake phone messages with the call back numbers of telemarketers and hoarding all the gratis M&M’s. You broke my heart! You broke my heart!

It ain't my fault I'm all fucked up

Rachel — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 21:35:57 GMT

I find my immediate world tainted. You have to wonder what make’s a girl put up a fight for something so completely a waste of her time. Pride, the monster leers its ugly head, what a horrible thing! We’ve all been there though, a guy or girl you’ve dated a couple of times and have already categorized as “the one who isn’t good enough for me”, decides prematurely (that is, before you get a chance to say it first) that “this isn’t working”. Then the lil hairs on the back of your neck go up and you think? Que? ‘Yoooooooou’ don’t think this is working? ‘Yoooooooou’ with your ill-thought-out-urban-cowboy-reminiscent outfits and your Nazi-que views about Canadian prescription drugs are calling quits on MEEEEEEEEEE? A normal person would say “I’m sorry you feel that way but I respect your wishes” and leave, all the while thinking “w00t! Thank you Jesus! Sure dodged that bullet.” But I? I, ladies and gentlemen, am not normal. I am a beautiful, unique and proud little snowflake. I say “But why?” or “How can you just come to a decision like that so quickly?” or “OMG! If I can’t have you I’m going to kill myself” Yup, I humiliate myself for the greater good, that being, guilting the guy into reconsidering and inevitably deciding to go on date # 4. But then the icing on the cake folks, this is the sickness at work, on date # 5 I say “You know, this just isn’t working”. Help me!

Still Breathing

Rachel — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 00:59:19 GMT

I loved him when our love was best, I love him now there’s nothing left Except sorrow, sunken swollen webs How do you get over the love of your life? The end, it comes in slow doses Red drunk nights, red drunk wrists I’m disappearing Cut my name out from your heart The knives of true love are deep Free you from the memory of bad dreams But careful, now That’s for you Do not undo the vines of barbed wire Tight around my rib cage The pain, it holds my heart together The glue of sabotage The comfort of a self named victim, Hero August’s ire has struck again, hurricane season Every damn year Hungry for the end Hungry to turn the other cheek To hold him, to stab him I watch my lovelies play in the yard Trying to redefine my family, my happiness Please, tell no one how I visit you I am living on the crumbs of love.

I am soon to be unemployed

Rachel — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 04:37:25 GMT

Soon to be unemployed as of Friday. I hope no one was expecting xmas presents. Don't cry for me though, it was a consious decision. Do they have spell check on this thing? Anyway, I want to be a painter and sculptor and right now that's not what pays my bills, infact, soon, nothing will be paying my bills. But I will be looking.....please stand by