Archive for September, 2008

I’m that guy…

Posted in Personal ramblings on September 30, 2008 by boychick1

I realized the other day walking and listening to music (don’t you want my job – aspects of it are fantastic for a slacker) that I have become that guy.

I have become that guy I thought I was attracted to before I realized I am really into girls. See deep down I’m him…

minus the moustache, cheek bones or piercingly intense good looks.

I’m the one who smiles often, laughs often and wants you to as well…the one who never really grows up. I am disheveled, messy and sentimental – fun but not the girl you marry.

I’ll spend a lot of money on expensive haircuts and color then sort of forget to brush or comb my hair but it’s all part of a well crafted aesthetic the “I just got out of a fabulous roll in the hay” look. In fact I just fell out of bed with several dogs – literally – the kind with four legs.

And my season is coming to a close – summer is the best season for a sentimental, disheveled slacker. Cause I literally roll out of bed pull on a pair of button fly jeans (best retrieved from the floor), pull on a t-shirt, slip into thongs. Oh hell no – I mean flip flops, whenever possible I avoid all underwear. Plug in the iPod and leave the house (and people pay me for this stuff). Well I do have to walk their dogs.

But weeeeeeee…………sun in my face and shuffle to my steps, walking, singing, thinkin’. Day after glorious summer day with Melissa, Lucinda, Natalie, Trina, Ruthie, Po’ Girls and nah you don’t have to Be Good Tanyas. I like bad girls, ones with a bit of an edge to them – outsiders.

and yes maybe I am getting a wee bit old, maybe I should grow up and get a real job (or at least comb my hair) but then I tell myself “nah”.

Disheveled…”messed up or disarryed, esp. the hair; untidy.

Well I have never wanted a “tidy life” and certainly not a discreet one. And in a few days I will have to put up my flip flops for fall but not yet, not yet…

Grab what’s left of the sun on your face…savor every drop. Isn’t life so grand that you think you will implode from the sheer fucking fantastic beauty of it all!

I feel this way most of the time and I’m not even on drugs (at least not anymore).

peace-
j.

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Thanks bloggers!

Posted in Melissa Ferrick on September 30, 2008 by boychick1


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A special thanks to…

8th Day Planner

Kimizone
Martini Cartwheels
Bears Mountain

for putting the above on their blogs and helping to promote independent music!

Rock on …let me know if you want to join the force!
j.

Gun show…

Posted in Personal ramblings, tattoos on September 29, 2008 by boychick1


My dog I am five years old…ok maybe less. I’ll put up another photo right after I am permanently disfigured. Going to go look at Eric’s sketch today…

I want to have Tina Fey’s children…

Posted in Uncategorized on September 29, 2008 by boychick1

I want to have Tina Fey’s children now I just have to figure out how to break the news to Melissa. (She’ll feel better if you all put up her banner ad…yeah I am fuc!@#$!! relentless).

Set down all beverages – do NOT , I repeat DO NOT watch while drinking liquids of any sort…or girls get out the saran wrap (not for that) and cover your keyboards.

Everyone surf safely.

Big Thanks!

Posted in Melissa Ferrick Goodbye Youth on September 28, 2008 by boychick1

A big thanks to the
8th Day Planner

for visiting my blog and for adding this to her’s…

Click Here!

now who else wants to make a poor little midwestern queer girl smile (come on you know you do)…I won’t forget it. E Mail me at midlifeclarity@mac.com and I’ll send you the code to put it on your blog.
xo-
Janet
(don’t make me bribe all of you by posting half nekkid photos of myself – oh wait that might be more of a threat when I think about it)

Sundays are for re-starts?

Posted in Personal ramblings on September 28, 2008 by boychick1


Are Sundays for restarts? – cause I think I need to hit my reset button.

Ready for a ramble?…I think one is coming or maybe I need to rant.

But you see I am not very good at confrontation, or rants – when something is offensive, annoying or frustrating to me I just walk away. And I must do this, as on some level, walking away is easier for me.

I just can’t suffer fools (yes and I am sure I am often also a fool but I have not figured out how to escape myself, so instead I embrace her).

Foolish lately to go to places (emotionally) with women who are 1. not ready 2. not right for me 3. places I have been before 4. not lesbian singer/songwriters …ha well hell you don’t expect me to be 100% serious do you?

You see I need to hide many things in a joke – it helps maintain a distance. Step away from the crazy girl…

Angry…I am holding a lot of anger. And some day the angry single woman rant will come spewing out but not today.

Today I would like to tell someone off – just let it rip but knowing myself I won’t. Instead I just send mean spirited riddles hidden in what looks like a pleasant message.

Yesterday I was in “full blown pity party” – such an attractive place to be but rather then try to get out of it, I have learned the only thing to do is dive in. Dive in. Where ever I am emotionally – I have learned the only way to the other side is to wade…walk, crawl, claw one’s way all the way through to the other side.

And I’m 46 so humor and not tears are likely to accompany me to those places.

So I stayed in last night with Tina Fey…a big stack of videos and watched her film
“Baby Mama” …then I started watching 30Rock which I had never seen. And just why not?!! OMG it’s hysterical. Over and over again I watched. Heating pad on my sore back, feet up – hit play.

An absolute orgy of “oh I feel sorry for my lonely self, the perfect me that is abused and misunderstood or ignored by crazy women that aren’t good enough for me anyway, sitting in salmonella central a.k.a. the frat house for dogs”.

I sat my ass there laughing at Tina Fey and 30Rock and consumed an entire bag of chips, with a container of dip but I was not done, nope not yet and I then ate an entire pint of Hagen Daaz Caramel Cone ice cream. The only thing that was missing was the bottle of red wine.

BUT thank dogs – there wasn’t any wine in the house. Thank dogs.

Cause that is the only reason I got out of bed at a reasonable hour, am hitting my reset button and am going to walk the dogs and get my backside back to the gym (I have ignored in my a few weeks long funk) — I only have 20 or so days until estrogen fest, a.k.a. Ferrick hits Michigan with two shows, two days in a row.

I have only a few days left before I permanently disfigure myself with a very large tattoo.

We have just a little over a month before we vote in a democratic president (and we will as Canada is too damn cold for all of us lefty liberals to move to).

“So car tires on a gravel road”…I’m traveling again. Yes Lucinda. “Sometimes I worry I will never let anyone close to me” – yes Melissa.

I think that way too -that I’ll never let anyone close to me.

But I’m a romantic so it’s not my fault!

xo-
j.

Sundays are for re-starts?

Posted in Personal ramblings on September 28, 2008 by boychick1


Are Sundays for restarts? – cause I think I need to hit my reset button.

Ready for a ramble?…I think one is coming or maybe I need to rant.

But you see I am not very good at confrontation, or rants – when something is offensive, annoying or frustrating to me I just walk away. And I must do this, as on some level, walking away is easier for me.

I just can’t suffer fools (yes and I am sure I am often also a fool but I have not figured out how to escape myself, so instead I embrace her).

Foolish lately to go to places (emotionally) with women who are 1. not ready 2. not right for me 3. places I have been before 4. not lesbian singer/songwriters …ha well hell you don’t expect me to be 100% serious do you?

You see I need to hide many things in a joke – it helps maintain a distance. Step away from the crazy girl…

Angry…I am holding a lot of anger. And some day the angry single woman rant will come spewing out but not today.

Today I would like to tell someone off – just let it rip but knowing myself I won’t. Instead I just send mean spirited riddles hidden in what looks like a pleasant message.

Yesterday I was in “full blown pity party” – such an attractive place to be but rather then try to get out of it, I have learned the only thing to do is dive in. Dive in. Where ever I am emotionally – I have learned the only way to the other side is to wade…walk, crawl, claw one’s way all the way through to the other side.

And I’m 46 so humor and not tears are likely to accompany me to those places.

So I stayed in last night with Tina Fey…a big stack of videos and watched her film
“Baby Mama” …then I started watching 30Rock which I had never seen. And just why not?!! OMG it’s hysterical. Over and over again I watched. Heating pad on my sore back, feet up – hit play.

An absolute orgy of “oh I feel sorry for my lonely self, the perfect me that is abused and misunderstood or ignored by crazy women that aren’t good enough for me anyway, sitting in salmonella central a.k.a. the frat house for dogs”.

I sat my ass there laughing at Tina Fey and 30Rock and consumed an entire bag of chips, with a container of dip but I was not done, nope not yet and I then ate an entire pint of Hagen Daaz Caramel Cone ice cream. The only thing that was missing was the bottle of red wine.

BUT thank dogs – there wasn’t any wine in the house. Thank dogs.

Cause that is the only reason I got out of bed at a reasonable hour, am hitting my reset button and am going to walk the dogs and get my backside back to the gym (I have ignored in my a few weeks long funk) — I only have 20 or so days until estrogen fest, a.k.a. Ferrick hits Michigan with two shows, two days in a row.

I have only a few days left before I permanently disfigure myself with a very large tattoo.

We have just a little over a month before we vote in a democratic president (and we will as Canada is too damn cold for all of us lefty liberals to move to).

“So car tires on a gravel road”…I’m traveling again. Yes Lucinda. “Sometimes I worry I will never let anyone close to me” – yes Melissa.

I think that way too -that I’ll never let anyone close to me.

But I’m a romantic so it’s not my fault!

xo-
j.