Monkey Girl strikes again.

I really like that as a name for my site: MonkeyGirl.com.

Anyway. I really have a lot I’ve been thinking about, way more than just Girl Scout Cookies and monkeys and masks and shit. I don’t think I can get it all out here though. I dunno.

First: Read Ishmael again. Depressing, yet heartening. Wondering about the fate of humankind makes my troubles way less important. Also inspired, again, to make some slight changes in the way I live. Already gave up television and mass magazines; need to work on other consumerist habits, smoking habit, poor diet habit, introversion habit. Probably some other stuff, too.

Second: Reading this pregancy book. Don’t laugh. It’s cute and funny and I may need it someday. Thinking about babies and … well, babies. I think I want one. I think I’d be a good mother. I think I’d look really cute as a glowing pregnant lady with a little Buddha baby and stylish maternity clothes. Don’t know if anything will come of this in the next three years, but there you have it. MB, who was never going to get married and never going to have kids, who was going to bounce from paramour to paramour and live in her fabu NYC apartment as editor of the New York Times, is thinking about furthering her suburban experience and layin’ a couple of eggs.

What the fuck is the world coming to?

Third: I’m the Beast From Hell today. Totally irrational, angry, bitter, depressed, moody and generally unpleasant. Can’t for the life of me figure out why, but there you have it. Iain, I’m sorry I bit your head off forty-seven distinct times this evening. It’s not you, it’s me, and I’m crazy in the head.

Fourth: I made some more slight progress on the Fabrication [a.k.a. the quilt]. I’ve got a few blocks sewn together, and my seams are straight, and it’s all just going together so smoothly. I may have this done in two weeks if I keep on like this.

Fifth: I decided to hate a few people from afar today. They don’t really deserve any of my brainpower whatsoever, but may I remind you I’m the Beast From Hell, and the BFH can hate whomever she damn well wants to. So to these people, who shall at least remain nameless: Fuck you, man. Fuck you.

Sixth: Wow. That felt good. I should say that more often.

And this brings us pretty much up to speed. I think I’m going to stay up too late tonight, and finish off that box of cookies, and maybe curl up in my pajamas on the loveseat and watch a movie. Possibly something good/awful like Romeo + Juliet or similar. Recurrent “hibernation” feeling returning again. Who knows when next you’ll hear from me.

For that matter, who cares, right? Go do something productive. I ain’t got nothing new to say anyway. Bah.

This post brought to you by: Four Walls of Raiford (Undubbed Demo Version) [1991 Box Set] from the album “The Essential Lynyrd Skynyrd” by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

October 30, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized