who wants perfect??
At the risk of heading towards virtual diary [gag. gag] i will say that today was a nice NYC day... [think Cary Bradshaw dates Mr. Potato Head] went with wonderful photo bug friend to see Andre Kertesz exhibit @ ICP. [the one to the left is my fave... a developed broken glass (negative, i think) of Paris]. i loved his night shots of Hungary and Paris [because i love the age of night shots and the solitary feeling of being alone (and somehow not alone) with the City at night]... so while i was waiting for my Cancer friend [i'm a Scorpio and we have finally determined that know all the wrong sign-ed people] some random dude [oh why so many random randoms randomly randoming??] comes over to me [sitting quietly with my bright red Italian gloves and triangular purse [yes, the one that looks like Angelica Houston's nose]] and tells me that i look like i am the subject of one of Kertesz's photographs. odd. old world. new world. would never be able to pick. either way... i'm taking it as a compliment ... see where spacing out can get you [other than back to Planet Mars]?whatever.
Uhm... okay. rest of the day has been a blah- i can't write for a week now...sufferring is beyond the word... i rather eat my hair and a finger or two... then again... i am also relieved maybe i'll be able to put a normal sentence together eventually.... must be something in the damn air... a handicap virus of sorts.... ugh. stupid shennanigan sentences: without men, women would rule a peaceful, cancer-free universe [an un feminist opinion]...why in Jimminee Crickets are roses on sale all over the city [poor misunderstood flower]...... must leave now am feeling totally repulsed by my own writing [this is not a call for attention, believe me, i know how to get it]... forget it. not working. i'll be back when i remember how to write again or when i come up with some interesting way to eat celery.
posted by HindiK at 9:07 PM
43 Comments:
delete your blog and i'll never talk to you again. so all you namastaei fans, help me protest this call of hindy's to delete her blog!!!!!!!!! heard from the author herself. sniffle sniffle.
shut up.
where o where is Genovia when you need it???
damn mapquest.
well citizens, we are on a quest to get to a number. nifty fifty. i am a fan of even numbers, because when they are divided, they always have a friend. not like odd numbers that are left with incomplete numbers and decimals. sheesh. who needs decimals.
what is some phone-a-thon for save the whales?
malkah shvuh
i can't stop laughing....
it hurts...it hurts...
since when do you feel for the decimal.
ha. i think we are weird.
i totally feel for the decimal. who wouldn't all small and alone. followed by a slew of loser loner numbers. only to be taunted by the other numbers like heyyy, we're cooler than you. you suck little... period.
all periods suck in general-
uh.
some more than others.
i guess.
so m to the s....
dork to dork
period to period.
i guess.
don't roam cyberspace alone...
cuz this is what can happen...
i hear you man, lest you be taunted by pop up ads and chances to win free ipods that never friggin come!!!!!!!!! well. hmmm, we are ways to fifty. but all isn't fair in love and posting is it.
not so much in love.
i don't think anything's ever fair in love.
so what number does this make us??
9...
bejeezus.
uhm
how do you feel about starting our nocturnal nudist society in Peru??
i found some locale possibilities
must protest to Peruvian ambassador for permit...
;)
i'll even let you reign
supposing that would make a mass exodus of all peruvians. hey
let them eat cake.
no permit would be necessary at that point. winkety wink
i am burning way to many calories...
why don't they ever tell you that laughing burns calories too??
maybe the world wouldn't be so bleak...
damn Dr. Phil
damn Opra
besides cake is way cooler
fat to counteract all that laughter.
bread is for losers
our bods would make them scram?
or give us free land?
we must ask laine bryant to join
bread is totally for losers. seriously man. loser of this has to eat bread. cuz they're like totally a loser.
fat girls get me goin. g'luck in peru.
at least you don't wake up with the waterworks...
bread...
can't buy bread these days
there's carb free
seven grain
five grain
white [now poison]
brown
black
yellow
Hispanic
is that bread or people??
and this ladies and gents
documents two wonderful brilliant babes
as their minds slowly deteriorate to nothingness
watch as the cerebellum slowly diminishes to the size of a peanut...
i need a bowling date
Dubowski
patience is for two things only...
good dry red wine
and another unmentionable subject.
WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS (HOW IT IS MEANT TO BE SINGED, ALL YOU PHILLISTINES...)
I've paid my obligations
Time after time
I've done my penalty serving time
But committed no felony
And bad inaccuracies
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my exterior
But I've come through
We are the champions
My companions
And we'll keep on combating
Till the summation
We are the champions
We are the victorious ones
No time for losers
As we are the champions
Of the terrene
i am developing asthma
now the world is indeed a perfect place.
Irish drinking song:
I went to a bar last night
and when i woke in bed
found my brain smashed to piece
by a Peruvian nudist who'd fled
who needs hallmark when you have a blog called play@namastaei. down with corporations and big businesses. and america. and president bush. and republicans. and conservative talk show hosts.
where o where have the normal people gone??
where o where can they be??
why don't they come around no more??
are they sick of you-
AND me??!!
see.
you're the only one who loves me...
i'm all out of love
what am i without you??
i can't be too late
to tell you i was soo wrong
what the hell ever happened to air supply??!?
best shower singin song ever.
Shysters.
dead line
last dibs
i'm afraid it's midnights. and we have all turned into torn and forlorn pumpkins. but prince o' prince findeth me my glass slipper and i shall be yours forever!
don't wait for princes.
they never come
grab a cab
meet me at Midtown
a medi-tater.
hahahahahhahahahahahah, who knew??
The Official State Song of Louisiana (may explain some recent occurences)
"LOUISIANA MY HOME SWEET HOME"
by Sammie McKenzie, Lou Lavoy and Castro Carazo
Kissed (smitten) by the Gulf's mighty stream,
A (not so) lovely state, LOUISIANA,
Where sweet magnolias (and sludge), so rare,
Perfume the (smelly stinky) air
With fragrance that's supreme (and lethal).
God bless our lovely state.
It's a (lost) paradise right here on (pretty wet) earth.
CHORUS:
LOUISIANA, LOUISIANA,
It's beauty's (not) always aglow.
Moss (and mold) covered shade trees
Sway in the cool breeze (and hurricanes)
While (not so) lazy bayous flow (and destroy).
The sugar cane gleams
Beneath the moonbeams
That light the Heaven's silvr'y dome.
Deep in the Southland
There is a dream(swamp)land:
LOUISIANA, my home, sweet (moldy, delapidated, moldy, sludgy) home.
three more to go gotta get to double chai. gotta really really gotta
35
in honor of double chai. i propose the secession of california.
Ha ha ha you guys are insane. truly madly. hind, good fun today, good fun. i still vote for "the dancing faun"
to C. Thermoplus
Malkas Shvuh
Chana Bonaparte...
and which ever other personality we have developed [and who says you can't have a couple]
boredom is not a reason to get married...
that's total shyte-
lets become rockers and get tongue piercings instead....
;) later gorgeous [38 and still kickin']
from my ed thesis:
"corporations are not preparing students for cricial citizenship but rather preparing them to play their roles as consumer-citizens. Whereas the former encourages students to question, conceptualize, analyze, theorize, and critically reflect on their experiences, the latter lures students into an uncritical and blind acceptance of market values and practices designed to reinforce and maintain capitalist social relations of production."
ugh.
that's 39
i'm out.
next is the nutrition facts on my diet Coke...
thanks for your pearls of wisdom. let it be known amongst men. we are indeed to be rockstars. i think our first song should be about people getting engaged.. we'll call it,
GRINNIN' IN THE GRAVEYARD
ode to two absolute retards....
chanale you just made my sore aching throat a hell of alot more sore.... hin, i hereafer completely discredit any and all advice chanale gives you (though until now she was quite the reasonable level headed one)
i think we should just head down to texas and crash walmart, if israel doesnt make it into the picture. ok, off to count...or have you two already made it to fifty on your own?
what the hell
i'll lend a post
forty three used to be my basketball number, back in the day... it sounded like "hey 43, one more penalty and you're out girl!". yeah those was the days. anyway here's to me. and to early retirement. -c
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