You Don't Say!

Aghhh!

lilyk — Sun, 07 Aug 2005 20:07:06 GMT

Still a space left! It's driving me absolutely nuts. So, I had to come back and write some more. Problem is, I have nothing to say. Sure I could just throw down something--anything--but, God, I'd bore myself to death. Yet I have no choice but to keep writing if I ever want the page to look right. So... how's the weather? And did you see the way she left the house today? And as always he cut the grass way too short. You know I don't really care, live and let live, I always say, but did you hear that child of theirs the other day? Snot-nosed little brat. Sorry, dear, gotta go check on my meatloaf. You know we don't have time like some people to stand around and chit-chat all day. Oh, and watch for the dog-poo on the lawn. Disgusting I say.

Space Filler

lilyk — Sun, 07 Aug 2005 19:57:10 GMT

I really just had to write something to fill up that damn empty space at the end of this page. I've been working on this stupid layout forever, and everytime I feel I'm close, darn, another unsightly space pops up. So, maybe if I just write a little blog entry, it'll balance out my page. I'm squeezing my buttocks and will take the plunge... SUBMIT.

Tribe redundant

lilyk — Sun, 19 Jun 2005 21:06:52 GMT

So, I'm wondering: since we all got the opportunity to blog away until we can't think of one goddamn worthless thing to write down anymore, and we are given the opportunity to "comment" on each other's supposed entries, do we still need tribes? Never mind. We do. Because we all like an audience, even if it is one of secret voyeurs. Beats getting drunk and running around naked in the desert. Unless it ends up as a "Public Exposure" entry on my police record, I want no part of it.

Happy Father's Day...

lilyk — Sun, 19 Jun 2005 20:44:46 GMT

... to all you daddies out there, whether you are near or far from your girls and boys. xoxoxo

Desert something... don't call it "life"

lilyk — Sun, 19 Jun 2005 01:00:59 GMT

This blasted desert put the first scratch on my new car's bumper and I'm less than happy. But, hey, the kid's at the neighbor's playing with people his own age for once, daddy's frying up some Ranchera with the neighbor (who promised me a shot of Hypnotic later on), Grandpa is whipping up some home-made chocolate ice cream (Italian!) in the kitchen, and I'm stealing some alone-time on the computer. And not to forget the dog in the backyard who's eyeing me enviously through the sliding door. Wonder what the hell she is jealous about? But this desert is good. Calm good. Nice to be able to leave paperwork, phone calls, appointments, and the city behind. All you gotta worry about around here are drunks and coyotes. So, it's all good, right?

No Way!

lilyk — Fri, 17 Jun 2005 02:35:57 GMT

A blog? Now I must ask you, why the hell do I need a blog? To remind myself that narcissism is the new acceptable form of self-indulgence? Hah! Never let vanity fail me in the endeavor of convincing you that my trifling thoughts are worth splattering these pages. This is for all of you who mistakenly and aimlessly wander around these pages.