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© 2004-2008 Linda Escaip
"I may be grumpy, but I like you."
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The Suns and Moons of the Grumpiest Girl in the Room.
Welcome to my journal, sassypants.
It's My Birthday And That Means Cake, Baby 09-Jan-2005 1:42 a.m.
Well, you will just have to excuse me. I am ever so slightly drunk at the moment (hi, Mom!). I have just enjoyed half an Ann-Margret, which is a drink I made up earlier in the kitchen, mostly because I'm crafty. It's a vodka tonic with a splash of Grenadine. It's tasty, y'all. Wow, that sounded like Britney Spears.
Anyway, I am enjoying some warmth that I have not enjoyed for many days. My bones have been chilled to the. . .bone, I guess. And now, after half an Ann-Margret, I'm feeling toasty and ready to hit the town. Care to join me? Man, I can type super fast when I'm tipsy. This is fun.
So, it is officially MY BIRTHDAY! That's right, I am another year older, and today I can legally do anything I want to do, so I'm going to make a list of all the things I intend to do during this thirty-seventh year of my life. There is so much to enjoy, and I don't want to waste more time talking about all the things I'd like to do, although I do quite enjoy my daydreams. Sometimes they are enough to sustain me, which sort of makes sense if you consider that we cannot really prove we are even here, so what's the difference between imagining something and doing it? Man, it's hot in here.
The list of things I plan to do this year (in no particular order, as chaos does prevail).
It is now hours later. Ann-Margret has wandered off into the night to charm someone else, that vixen.
HBO has seen fit to air the season two premiere of the glorious Carnivàle this evening, for my birthday. My Love gave me the complete season one on DVD last night; the packaging is spectacular. Really, it's so nice I don't even want to take out the discs. You should see what a nut I am with DVDs and CDs; I have this little blower brush that's used in photography, and I use it to carefully remove the smallest traces of dust from the discs before placing them in their trays. Yes, I do need to be pushed gently into the mud.
On the topic of DVDs, what the hell goes on when people rent those things? I swear I have found half-chewed globs of pizza and crap on some of the discs we've rented. And every time I see that, and the piles of fingerprints, I wonder if people treat their own stuff that way. It often looks as if someone licked the entire surface of the disc with food in their mouth, and then took it outside so they could drive over it a few times with a tractor.
Apparently I am not to be trusted around cat tails. The other day I stepped on two different tails, unintentionally, of course. Last night I was tripped four times by three different cats. Payback.
I share my birthday with Crystal Gayle, who sang the 1977 hit "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue." For a while, I thought she was singing, "Donut make my brown eyes blue," which made no bloody sense to me at all, but I liked the song anyway. I think she still has that crazy long hair. Joan Baez was born today, so hells yeah. Jimmy Page as well. And Roslyn Kind (Barbra Streisand's lovely sister, who I had the pleasure of meeting once through a friend, so touch me), Dave Matthews, and Joely Richardson, among other famous folks. And my brother-in-law's sister. Happy Birthday, everyone!
It has been raining here for days. This one leaf on the rosebush outside is like a trampoline for large drops of water rolling off the roof. A drop hits it and the leaf springs right back up to meet the next drop. It's a hell of a leaf, really. The pool looks ready to overflow. I just heard some thunder. Birthday thunder.
I have been receiving some great emails from people I probably would not have had the pleasure of meeting had I not started this journal, and that rocks the Casbah. It's a nice feeling. And there have been the weird emails as well, many of which I have definitely enjoyed much more than I probably should. Like this one, from a guy I'll call Lou.
"Hi girl you know Kieth Richards Rolling stons he was ugly But i thought he was the handsome guy i ever seen. I a man lady"
I have met man ladies before, it's true. But Lou has moxie, and I ain't just dog-tootin'.
Reddi Wip is so much friggin' fun.
It is raining freakishly hard at the moment, and that leaf is kicking ass. I want to be that leaf. The garden greens look like garnish atop a river of soup.
I was born on a Tuesday, and it is said Tuesday's child is full of grace. It would be pretty neat if that were true. Most days I think I'm just full of crap, which is why I would like to think new thoughts. It's funny how attached I am to the old ones.
Well, I'm off to have a day. We're celebrating the festivities this evening at my parents' house, and I look forward to that. Mom's making chicken crepes, and cake, and that is just the tits.
Thanks for reading.
Linda
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