sometimes i dream

She hopes to open shadowed eyes On a different world Come to me Scared princess Charlotte sometimes

7.19.2001

psychocatblah: you like my poem about working at weiners?
fortyMB: oops...I didn't realize it was a poem :-)
fortyMB: it doesn't rhyme
fortyMB: no rhyme = no poem
psychocatblah: well, it wasn't really a poem
psychocatblah: it just looks like one
psychocatblah: maybe someday when i'm particularly bored i'll write a dirty limerick about working at weiners
fortyMB: yeah..you could do something with the fact that weiners is slang for dick
fortyMB: :-)
psychocatblah: richard?
fortyMB: no, wayne
fortyMB: remember?
psychocatblah: dick = richard
fortyMB: not all of them
psychocatblah: one of my boyfriends called his penis "little richard"
fortyMB: he was gay
psychocatblah: in retrospect, that was pretty strange
psychocatblah: no, he wasn't the gay one
fortyMB: no little richard is gay
psychocatblah: at least... not while i was dating him
fortyMB: dick van dyke is a weird name
psychocatblah: what does van mean?
psychocatblah: of the?
psychocatblah: dick of the dyke
psychocatblah: or is it "from"?
fortyMB: well..you drive vans...
psychocatblah: dick from the dyke
psychocatblah: dick of dyke
fortyMB: dykalicious dick
psychocatblah: i think i'm thinking of "von"
fortyMB: yeah...van just means van
fortyMB: von means "ant killer"
psychocatblah: Main Entry: 2van
Function: noun
Etymology: by shortening
Date: 1610
psychocatblah: dick shorted by dyke
fortyMB: etymology isn't the definition!
psychocatblah: b : a multipurpose enclosed motor vehicle having a boxlike shape, rear or side doors, and side panels often with windows
psychocatblah: i want to see THAT dyke
fortyMB: it's like one of those russian dolls...
fortyMB: box shaped dyke w/ box...etc
fortyMB: it's the side panels I'm especially worried about tho
psychocatblah: i wonder what the Etymology for Etymology is

i don't really like whining.
i like doing.
sometimes i like whining if i can't do anything.
but i think i can do something.
so i don't want to whine.

7.17.2001

We are the mirrors of each other
In a lifetime of suspicion
Cleansed in a moment, a flash of recognition
You gave your life for it
Worth its weight in gold and growing empires
Art collectors and Alans sound investments
Will one day be forgotten, one day be forgotten

from "Whispers and Moans" by Neil Finn