another stolen survey from heather the great

Four things you would eat on the LAST DAY of your life:
1) beef stroganoff
2) dr pepper
3) hot cheetos
4) spagetti

Four cds from your collection that you will never get tired of:
1) mifits-static age
2) crass-any one
3) subhumans-ep-lp
4) beastie boys-lisenced to ill

Four vacations you have taken:
1) new york
2) las vegas
3) florida
4) TJ

Four songs you get stuck in your head frequently:
1) petulia clark-downtown
2) propagandhi-fuck religion
3) afi-he who laughs last
4) misfits-attitude

Four things you'd like to learn:
1) How to belly dance
2) How to play my guitar better
3) How to spit like a man
4) How to speak a bunch of languages(specially german and the click from africa)...sounds good

Four beverages you drink frequently:
1) water
2) dr pepper
3) coke
4) lemonade

Four tv shows that were on when you were a kid:
1) teenage mutant ninja turtles
2) fraggle rock
3) power rangers (oldschool)
4) mr rogers


Four places to go in your city:
1) downtown duhhh
2) hillcrest
3) el cajon
4) la mesa

Four things you do to get rid of your boredom:
1) draw
2) music
3) read
4) internet

wooo heather we have some things in common
my mood is bitchy, because everyone elses is i supose i guess i should fit in....blame it on the moons...

hace frioooooo......

hmmm....like i said. everyone is being a bitch, i think its the moons alignment...and now comes the awakening of the year of the bitches. this is my favorite poem, its by sylvia plath...

daddy
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been sacred of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

but yeah....yesterday i got cavities filled:(i was all numb and stuff. i'm ok though, i guess... but yeah. im gonna go cry now.