Sunday, February 20, 2011

the right girl

Laying in bed on Valentine's day night, the insight, "it did not did come from the right girl", hit me like a brick. Sending cards and packages to my male friends may not wash away their sadness because it is not coming from the right girl and the right girl is in the eye of beholder. Me not being the right girl does not lessen my perfection, do not get me started on how I exhibit my perfection, baby!

The insight left me feeling lighter and looser. I love nailing it with a selection that hits the spot that I can uniquely reach yet it not coming from the right girl only awards me with honorable mention and that has given me permission to stop befriending the UPS
man.
Hey male friends- if I am wrong, start showing more appreciation for your female friends, you never know when the cards and gifts will stop.

Starbuck's Music

Bobbing my skull accompanied by my fingers dancing on my keyboard to Starbucks soundtrack paints me with such joy. A rare Starbucks musical void devoured my concentration and sort of freaked me out and my writing came to a blunt stop.

Responding to a beloved's suggestion of the reinforcement of marketing's programming, " maybe, or I could just like the music"

gas rainbow

Coming a live in a dive after a series of catatonic performances gave me the eternal beauty of a gasoline rainbow. Generating word pictures that invoke laughter has created the best moments of my life.

Label me fascinated by the varied demographic that high fived me after my performance. A black dude took my hand, the feeling of being swallowed up by the large warmth of his hand will not flee my memory anytime soon.

high/low

I posses a high level of neediness, yet luckily my standards for
combating the neediness are low. Seeing the word approval on the
debit card monitor renders a sweet smile because it may be the only
message of approval I get that day. So soak it up! Baby!

Completing a blog entry without misspelled words, makes my spirit
float like a large birthday balloon on a neon ribbon.

I am so lucky that my quarry of neediness can be filled with pebbles and not boulders.

black-outs

I treat each stand-up performance like a 4Th grade book report, I always want to feel prepared and rehearsed. Well it would not help
me, because my delivery looked and sounded morphine laced. Chunks
would be left out of my introductory stories and only my punchline would be submitted. It was a grim let-down, like ordering won ton soup and it arriving table side sans won tons.

Explaining my struggling spirit to a woman friend, she said "Oh, I thought I was blacking out because I was so afraid for you". Cat
scan averted.

Monday, February 14, 2011

my pink hat

I stared into the mirror, struggling to find the missing piece to my
facial puzzle and the answer was my pink Lauren hat. The hat is a daily accessory and a panic quickly set in at the possible absence of it. Rushing back to my seat, I realized the hat has become my security blanket. A birthday gift that keeps on giving.

spare tire

I am rattled. My houmer has given me the security of a spare tire
for a driver on a long country drive. I was always able to make
people laugh and it gave me the proper confidence to enter most social situations. Carol Burnett may have said they forget I am ugly when they laugh and I completely get that. The term "making
them laugh" indicates control. Watching someone laugh over words
that were born of my brain can be a tremendous high.

A friend, this weekend, informed me I was not funny and it left a mark. The experience has taught me to not take "the givens" for granted.