Poopy's Blarrgh

nudder dream log

poopylungstuffing — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:54:09 GMT

Dreampt I was back in high school..except I had this closely knit functional group of good close friends....also it was a different school....instead of a regular cafeteria, they had several resturaunts. I dreampt I was back in my first relationship (that lasted from age 15-16 to 22)..It must have been very early in the relationship, because his brother was living at his house and his grandmother was still alive....and um...he confessed that he had cheated on me with a dancer, and so we ended the relationship nonchalantly and without any drama, and he dropped me off at my house...at which point, it dawned on me that all my stuff was still at his house

For old time sake

poopylungstuffing — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 15:34:29 GMT

Dreampt that we were riding around in our little white car, and for some unknown reason, someone kept smashing out the windows....so I got the idea to get cardboard and different colors of spray paint and turn it into an art car. There was some strange symbolism that had something to do with Barak Obama...but I forget what it was exactly... Had weird dream that there was this local newspaper and for soem reason, they were doing a big article about sock snakes and this young attractive writer was put on the story, and she said she wanted me to do the art for it....and then she wanted me to follow her all around the place...and I kept telling her that I needed to get to work on the art... In part of the dream there was this 2-headed sock snake puppet where the heads zipped together in an interesting way.

Beautiful stinking day....

poopylungstuffing — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 17:02:22 GMT

I dreamed that two of the kids who come to SHFL all the time killed a third kid...and people talked about it nanchalantly like it was no big deal. For some reason, i had a bunch of laundry in the back of this pickup truck behind a house..and I was gathering it up...unaware that the body was in a white plastic bag that was in the truck also...So the murderous kids find me gathering my clothes..and I act like I don't know anything...out of self-preservation..but they try to show me the body..though I just don't want to see it...I want to get out of there....Later there is something about a YouTube video of the three kids goofing around..they were friends.... I had another dream where I was selling all my clothes, and these girls who were a good deal bigger than me were trying them on and stuff, i was selling them 2 pieces for 5 bucks....and I was somehow outside a grocery store and there were rediculous items being carried in and out....

Rickshaw driver

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 15:43:46 GMT

Dreamed i was in a strange city and I had a job as a rickshaw driver...I mean....runner....on foot...in my funny costume with the short tu tu...and there were all these steps everywhere...annd..um....well.....Lots of other rickshaw runners were lined up...many were Asian..i was the only one in a funny costume. A clean-cut looking man was my first (ever and only) customer and I went right into running him in the little carriage to his place of work....it was very difficult..the thing was top-heavy and I kept dropping him. He was ok...stayed on the richshaw even though I dropped him quite a few times. The steps were the worst and there were steps everywhere. I tell him I won't ask for the full amount of my fee...which i think was 30-something dollars...When we get outside his place of business, he gives me a quarter....So I go up to his office after him....It is an artsy modern office....there are a few people there, including my old boss from my telemarketing job for the Houston Grand Opera.... years ago...I request the guy to gime me more money.....and he sorta beats around the bush about it and think he writes me a fake check on what seems to be a piece of magazine paper...the end....today I will spend all day packing and cleaning.....and will try to turn off coputer and get serious serious work done......goodbye.

I am baaack....sorta

poopylungstuffing — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 16:21:10 GMT

I wrote a letter to the other forum that I am addicted to begging them to ban me because I am so addicted and it takes up too much time. I logged out and am not logging back in..... but I still have tribe and myspace....old pals..... i jusst woke up from oversleeping. Flakey went over to the new place at 8:30 this morning. I was fast asleep dreaming incoherant jumbledy dreams till 10 when he called to wake me up. The main song in the dream was "I only have eyes for you"...which is still somewhat stuck in my head....There was some weirdness about celebrities chasing other celebrities around for autographs....and a device that turns common vegetables into spaghetti.

Overwhealmed with packing

poopylungstuffing — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 16:51:08 GMT

I have been spending every day by myself at SHFL trying to organise all of our stuff to be moved to the new place. I just happen to be confronted with two problems....Super-anxiety about working with certain people who are available to help...and also ADD...or in short...the inabibty to focus on tasks in a linear and timely manner...I am moving at a snails pace...it is driving me crazy....PMS is lurking.....yes it has been almost a month since my last blog post. Had another weird baby dream the other morning...In this dream all this weird convaluted stuff happend....I helped a lady deliver a baby on her living room sofa...(the baby came out fast and fully clothed without any blood and she was fully developed..like a little person and could already stand)...a little girl in a purple dress...and was obviously at least half-black...the parents were caucasian... The husband was sorta flippant..stating that the wife has all kinds of men over when he is not around...and wasn't suprised....

nudder dream log

poopylungstuffing — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:47:49 GMT

Have been having weird dreams about a little boy who is like that kid from the Tin Drum...Today I had my second or possibly third dream on that premise...I forget all the stuff that happened in the dream....In one of the previous dreams like that, The kid was a very small infant who was not yet old enough to walk, but could already talk..only not very well because he still only had the underdeveloped vocal-motor skills of a baby....so you could barely understand what he said. My period is several days late, but the dollar-store pee tests all come up negative. We found the new Super Happy Fun Land location...it is gigantico and needs lots of work....It is rather overwhealming.

Dang! Hokey-sounding hippie medicine that really seems to work!

poopylungstuffing — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 09:02:26 GMT

Anywhoo..a thing about me is that my parents sorta raised me to be sceptcial of the medical industry..both of them are heavily into natural remedies and would never dream of going to the doctor for anything...I am not quite as extreme...but....close...i guess.... Anyway...things we often discuss on our weekly gatherings are often natural remedies for various things. The latest one my mom told me about was a treatment for skin problems...like...cancer and whatnot.... Anywhoo...the thing to do is just cube up some eggplant, put it in a blender, and marinate it with apple cider vingar for a couple days. The reason I did this is because Flakey has some really ucky bad looking spots all over his skin....he had alot of exposure to the sun when he was younger...there was this particularly dark grey boil on his arm....it was getting more and more swollen....not necc. cancer, but scary looking nonetheless... so i made the eggplant/acv gunk....put it on his arm with a bandage over it....waited a couple hours....and sure 'nuff, when Flakey went to wash the gunk off his arm, the scary looking boil had developed a head which burst, and all this nasty blood and fluid and creepy black stuff came out and the scary looking boil now looks a whole lot better.. I was amazed...I was skeptical that anything would happen at all, let alone so quickly....I still wanna keep treating the spot on his arm till it goes away completely... I was just kinda amazed at the results....i kinda think he was too.

uck uck uck

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 17:49:02 GMT

Ignore the last blog entry. I am not really single again...I do have another apartment though now. Flakey and I live at both places. feeling a tad bit damaged ... I have the impending weather front bluesies...combined with what are most likely the pre-mensies...and the fear of impending stresssies.....and i dunnow the feeling as though all my internal organs are getting twisted up and gnawed on by rats. Meanwhile the demons of low self esteem keep whispering bad messages in both my ears. I need to get cracking on tomorrows vegetarian potluck feast....but I don't exactly know where to start...i guess I will go make coffee, and clean out the fridge and somehow find a way to climb out of my head for a while.

can't sleep..

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 11:00:14 GMT

don't feel so well... yuck.... been really hyper all night.... why why why?

not a dream log

poopylungstuffing — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 02:21:13 GMT

How come what for, everytime I eat at a semi-kinda sorta fancy resturaunt, afterwards I feel sick and wanna die? At least half the time I throw up...usually the setting for such occasions is the birthday of one of Flakey's family members. Tonight it was outback steakhouse for Flakey's sister's birthday, and though I ordered the seemingly least horribly fattening dense meaty thing on the menu, (seared ahi tuna chop salad).....towards the end I was knocked out by a wave of dizziness and fatigue and basic sense of unwellness... have not thrown up though....but had to collapse on bed in state of rapid heartbeat and dizziness once we got home. The last time was at sam's boat...and I was a literal fountain of vomit and dizziness afterwards. and so on...at least part of it is stress/social anxiety...but it can't be all of it.

my birfday

poopylungstuffing — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:19:55 GMT

...and another DREAM LOG!! I just woke up at 6:ish...still drunk from riding around and getting drunk with some people for my birthday....woot.... I was too depressed to go to the movie though,,,and I think the rag is starting today..... anywhoo....had john lennon dream where he was wearing black and white pinstriped pants, playing with dolls, and making up songs.One of the songs was called "She's a Golden Machine" it goes like this...she's a (blang blang) golden mach...ieeeeeeene repeated over and over with a sort of surf sounding guitar melody behind it.

still yet another dream log

poopylungstuffing — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 15:59:31 GMT

Strange dream sweating in a car out in a hot parking lot. The terrain is very bleak but in the distance there it a big machine like a giant wood chipper that is shredding a whole bunch of stuff...(some kind of recycling facility)? Maybe there is a man trying to get a job there? In another part of the dream, I am driving (i don't drive in real life) Somewhat wrecklessly and out of control of the steering wheel..the people in the car with me are panicking

'nudder dream log

poopylungstuffing — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 18:07:05 GMT

most of them were like movies... A character very similar to a roommate I had 10 years ago was in one....she was acting crazy and drunk..and I don't remember the plot but there was one. Another was about a middle aged couple on a road trip in a big black old fashioned car. It had a very bizarre love scene in which noodles and some sort of giant insect were involved. Another was a film version of a broadway musical that seemed to take place at a diner...it was all sparlky and black and white and there were lots of dwarves and children and 50's style cowboy costumes.. There were many subtle nuances that I have almost completely forgotten, and other details that I am not sure how to properly fit into context..so I won't bother to add them...

dream log

poopylungstuffing — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:26:28 GMT

long series of really crazy dreams if i can remember them. one dream..giant house converted into apartments...supposed to be in some place like new orleans. The nickname for it is "the end of the line" because people like to live there until they die....Someone from my past lives there. He has partial dentures but has lost them somehow...there is a scary laundry room on the bottom floor where three ladies are in charge..the laundry room is haunted...or something....i am searching for my friend's dentures in the laundry room...because for some reason i thought I saw them there. An upstairs neighbor has a crazy schitzophrenic girlfriend, who always seems to be getting kicked out of the apartment complex...for barging into people's homes uninvited. She is always dragging art and stuff around with her..it turns out that she must have had the dentures..there is this ashtray across the street that she has decorated and the dentures are in the ashtray....lots of other details..can't remember many...somebody gets arested... Next dream..there is this crazy performance thingy at SHFL..All these people in costumes that seem to be made of all the stuff that is on the couches. the place is crowded, but I can't make out what the show is...There is a lady with a little boy who really takes a shining to me....latches onto me like a monkey...The lady says he didn't talk till he was 4, and still has never said a normal sentence, but he seemed to be talking fine to me. I show him where the bathroom is and he climbs up on the AV cart. Then there was this weird childrens bookshop..they had this game to teach little girls about where babies come from that was presented by Disney and the 700 club...I forgot most of the parts of this segment....I think I had a childrens book I was doing signings for.... Then there was some drama with this aquarium/swimming pool ... The aquatic creatures were real friendly and spoke.. Then they threw a snakefish into the pool and it was devouring the happy little sea creatures...so I (i am not myself in the dream..but it is still me) So i called upon a fox to go and get the snakefish, and the fox jumps into the water and catches it....and then we all have delicious escolar for dinner...the end.

...and these are the monkeys I found in the trash

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:12:44 GMT

Laverne and Charlie Laverne only has one ear, and I had to give her a new set of eyes...I also made her the dress. Charlie came fully in tact and swigs from an ancient bottle of creme de menthe

(not a dream log) cottage cheese

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:07:38 GMT

http://healthylazy.tribe.net/thread/54b1068c-2124-4547-a69d-65644ec03ba4 I thought I would post this link for easy reference. I have been eating alot of fat freecottage cheese lately. I have been snacking on it when I get the munchies...instead of much more fattening foods I have been just eating it plain..mixed it with apple sauce once...but lots of high fructose corn syrup in the apple sauce. Will also sometimes eat it with fresh fruit. Anywhoo....maybe I will lose a few lbs by my birfday in August. Am also eating healthy choice and lean cuisine stuffs for lunch...I know that is not the healthiest food in the world, but it is easy..and better than what I normally would eat. I just need to figure out how to work some more exercise in. I am on this weirded out sleep schedule...and tend to avoid the ghastly hot and humid outdoors like the plague....baby steps....trampoline during afternoon cartoons...i would but by the time we get home from work, I have to rush around and clean up before the next set of bands comes in....When I am awake and Flakey's asleep, it would not be fair for me to turn on the lights and rattle around for exercise junk...and then out in the living room, there's always bands on the couches....so these are some of my lame excuses for not exercising that much.] Last night we had 5 bands. I got drunk on gato negro...made an ass of myself. There is the wallflower Poopy, and then there is the stream of consciosness yackity yack truth syrum poopy..where i am saying everything i am thinking regardless of how appropriate...(i.e. rambling) and trying to give away stuff...which is my way of interracting....alcohol and overstimulation....whoo hee!! Had one mini-meltdown...towards the end of the night and did the dishes in the middle of the night for no apparent reason...(other than that they were awful and filthy) I have a new toy. It is my soap-filled dish wand. It makes dish washing so much more tolerable...I can't believe it. It kicks ass. I have been sewing sock toys again, and am even working on a custom order...though I am having serious troubles with it...and a close deadline....my favorite situation to be in....ALSO.....(i have mentioned this already in my other blog) I am a blog two-timer) I found TWO badass sock monkeys in the trash the other day!!! And the pile of trash itsself contained a motherload of sewing notions and antique photographs. The antique photgraphs themselves are worthy of their own blog post. But my attention span is waning....Flakey wants to sell them on Ebay. I hope we at least scan them first.

dream loggy log

poopylungstuffing — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 15:37:37 GMT

Had a dream that a friend who a while ago (in real life)inexplicably cut off contact with me, got back in contact with me..also there was really heavy flooding at SHFL in the dream. My art room got soaked. There was some travelling band..one of the members was naitve american or something. I accidentally walked in on him in the back bathroom.

'nother long series of dreams...

poopylungstuffing — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:57:15 GMT

But slept too long and can barely remember anything...one fo the things my dream logs miss out on are alot of the minute details of the dreams... There was another one sorta like a movie or a tv show...soemthing to do with a marathon....between these different schools..and this guy gets sabatoged and betrayed by all his friends....etc......my character is one of the betrayers, but I secretly root for the guy... Dreamed that I was being forced to move back in with my parents because I was unable to take care of my self....but it was in a different scenario than real life.... A bunch of other stuff that is totally gone because I slept too late... I find that even if i meditate really hard on remembering my dreams, they will still evaporate if I don't write them down right away....

went back to sleep...had 'nother dream

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 18:54:40 GMT

I was back in the tiny rooming house room where I lived for two years a few years ago....I have returned there after a long absence, but landlord has left it just as it was...so it is all musty and unused...also it is completely different. Instead of the piano I used to have, there is a crazy electric organ on the opposite wall and side of the room...ALSO...the messed up part of the dream was that this dumb guy (who long long ago I was sorta obsessed with) had taken up residency in the next room over....and I could hear him talking behind the wall. He seemed to be entertaining a young girl..who musta been his girlfriend. They were playing music and laughing and whatnot...the girl sounded young by her voice...i turned on the organ and played it a little....that is about all i can remember...aside from the bizarre etherialness of this old room..there was writing on the walls and this and that. it seemed like i was just visiting and I was worried that my landlord would want some sorta storage fee for looking after my stuff for so long...but apparently he didn't.

Dream about trying to make hummus

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 14:43:58 GMT

Maybe it is because we had a buncha young vegan Emo types in the house for last night's show. Maybe it was because I was screen printing custom shirts behind the bar... I dreampt I was teaching this strange guy how to screen print...and he kept talking about how good hummus was and how he would really like some hummus....so after a while, I leave him with all the screen printing stuff and I go off to make the hummus....only I don't know how...so when I get to where I go to make the hummus, I am screambling around desperately to find a recipe/instructions/ingredients...I get as far as cutting up pita bread into bite sized chunks and putting them in the toaster oven..then I wakes up.

nudder dream log

poopylungstuffing — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 14:37:02 GMT

Had very lengthy dream that was a documentary that was just like a PBS war documentary that would be about planes or something only it was about German spy kites during WWII...all the local citizens had them and kept improving on them, they had cameras attached to them. They were continuously getting shot down.....(only how'd they attach the cameras, and wouldn't that make them too heavy to fly? Dreamed that I worked for a doctor...he claimed to know what was wrong with me, but refused to tell me...also refused to prescribe ADD meds for me when I asked him. Instead he made me take my application home and fill it out again, neatly. He was quite patronising. The rest was a random jumble. It was kind of a non-productive evening I had. We were off. I tinkered around a bit...but did not do anuything creative, and did not get very much done.

please provide a subject

poopylungstuffing — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 16:35:36 GMT

had my first coherant and memorable dreams in a while...um..lets see Documentary about two teenaged hitchikers along the beach during Hurricane David?...one of them (the girl) drowns...the guy was seriously injured....the documentary keeps piecing things together to somehow prove that the girl was murderd...even though it is somewhat obvious that there was risk involved in being on a beach during a hurricane. She worked at a childrens train ride that went around and around in circles on the beach...so there was footage of her riding around and around on the train taunting him...... In another dream I am a teenager getting ready for a heavily chaperoned prom night.... In another dream there is this lusty middle aged housewife (with a really nice body) who is blatantly hitting on Flakey(right in front of me) because he has some book she wants. That's all i remember Today we go to the Woodlands to see Debbie Harry, Cindy Lauper, The Dresden Dolls and Erasure. yip!!

annoying morning

poopylungstuffing — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 15:07:38 GMT

Have not posted a blog in a long time.... have been having very amorphic blobby dreams lately. Was in the middle of one of them when a guy in one of the bands woke me up to tell me that he couldn't find his microphone...my sleep schedule lately has been 5 or 6 am--till noon...this was at 9:30...so I go out there..have to wake up our sound guy......also he tells me the toilet is really broken....and they are playing Wasted Away in Margaritaville over and over again...on the CD player...Apparently the local band took the mic, so the guy ended up taking some toy plug-in mic of ours..and it just dawned on me that that might of been our playstation Karaoke mic...gah...I need to go back to bed.

CAN'T SLEEP...haunted by visions of

poopylungstuffing — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 12:23:35 GMT

cutting up my clothes and turning them into stuffed animals....it is driving me nuts....I am moving beyond socks, but only in my mind...in reality my sleep schedule is so messed up and I am totally devoid of stamina.....and I can't walk...and there are much better things I should be doing with my precious time. Tonight, Flakey and i went to see Weird Al....then we stayed up till dawn writing songs...now he is asleep and i am still awake.... The magic key is to make coffee..then I will pass out and wake up at 3.