tennis.

it's a beeeeiiiiyuuuuutiful day in seattle! so that means i'll be out with my headband and shorty-short-shorts playing a game.

see you on the court.

trudy

trudy is proof that crack IS whack.

stay away kids.

NUTS!

i'm eating this mixture of RICE CRACKERS right now, but there seems to be more NUTS (almonds, peanuts, and the nut that everyone hates: the cashew) than RICE CRACKERS in it! I purchased RICE CRACKERS because i wanted to eat RICE CRACKERS, not NUTS. so if you happen to work in the RICE CRACKER industry and you are reading this, remember: more RICE CRACKER, less NUT!

cutewithchris.com

cats!





annnnnd



czech out more of his vids

it's raining mccain!

this should definitely bring in the votes...



eta: wow! they have another:



and she could sit here all day and burn tape...

alejandro

alejandro garcia was cuffed. he tried crossing the border but somebody got him. i would have let him in. they let me in. ezmerelda is at home with the kids, or should i say ninos?

switch-a-roo

i changed my mind and wrote a different poem for this week. it's supposed to be a memory poem....

Swimming time with plastic

Swimming time with Christina
Can be an awfully miserable playtime activity.
You see, that is why I prefer swimming time with plastic.
I can sit, and splash and kick my feet. I can even
pretend to be a motorboat--
Can she do that?

Her ruffled swimming outfit makes me want to hurl. It’s pink, with glitter. Why can’t she wear something less girly? Like me, geometric print swim trunks, in complementing colors of course.

She'll backfloat with a heart-shaped necklace dangling from her neck, while telling me exactly what temperature of water she prefers.
“Not too hot. Not too cold.”
Who made her Goldie Locks?
She has brown hair. Anyways, back to plastic.

Plastic just sits there while I wade. He won’t talk about what new shoes grandma bought his Barbie. Or the macaroni necklace he made all by himself in Miss O’s class.

Plastic doesn’t speak.
And he doesn’t cry when I splash him in the eyes.
Plastic floats. I can push him through the water to make a tidal wave. I can leave him on the grass and the sun melts him into funny shapes.
Why doesn’t Christina just melt?

I can put my nose underwater.
She can’t do that.

what a fox!

feist! circa 2004.

a lonely friday night

luckily i have my pokemon friends to comfort me.

yo-yo-yogi

one more post for tonight...

so tonight at yoga i successfully performed the peacock!



everyone clapped! you should be proud ;)

porn-a-thon

i mean, poem-a-thon! sorry to get you all excited in the pants...

but! i'm taking an online poetry class this quarter (yes, again) and so every week i will be posting a poem that i have written. exciting, eh?

here's a rough draft of my firsty: (i'll post the final when it's done)

We have lived and survived

unlike our buried kin.

But the bridge collapsed and buckled

In upon ourselves.

The cement rains across the waters

And the panicked fish.

Our bridge has collapsed and sank

To the river's feet.

The beaver makes herself at home

Within our wreckage.

And her kit will stare with big brown eyes

At our mess.

The water's damned just like our fortune

And tethered minds.

The wind will pull my words to you

Farther down the stream.

We'll stand in silence with the bulrush tall

We won't say anything.

Then the crippled man will fish no more

He'll go on home.

To the wife he's kept and the home he's built

With his bare hands.

They'll rock in chairs, holding hands

For another sixty years.

The trusses rust in a faint orange glow

We've killed everything.

And the bird in flight closed his eyes

But nothing reappeared.


ps: aol just informed me that cindy mccain (john's wifey) is the heiress to anheuser-busch. totes ewwwwwwww!

you called?

wanderlust!

new bjork video!

Wanderlust - 2d


look for it in 3-d later this month.

wicked.

i found this little gem today..

eeep!

it was in this box i found in the garage along with other middle school classics.

and to keep you in the spirit, a little s-n-p medley