Queen @ MindSay

1) An Elvis Costello 'Greatest Hits' CD that lacks the song 'Veronica' on it.  What is that?  It's kind of like the Queen Greatest Hits we bought several years ago that didn't have 'Bohemian Rhapsody' on it, but that was a bootleg thing we got for about 5 dollars.  This Elvis CD is legit-produced.

2)  Why it can't go more than a day without raining or being otherwise shitty out up here.  What's wrong with sunshine during summer?

3) How did it look like a normal hotdog with mustard on it, but it was one of the worst meals of my life?  I mean, all 3 aspects of it, the bun, the dog itself, and the mustard on it, were all terrible.  On a side rant, I hope I go the rest of my life never even SEEING another one of those hotdog buns that just looks like a folded piece of white bread; that might be the stupidest thing I've ever seen. 

4) Why it looks like someone shaved a small area near my cat's butt between yesterday and today.  It's a tiny little section of hair missing, but it is definitely missing.  Who shaved Jackson's butt?

So.

I am at work.

Last night a creepy Trucker Guy told me he would have to come back and kidnap me when I am not at work. It made me panic and cry.

Also had horse queen interviews. I think I did really well : D
I might be horse queen of mindsay : D
Maddy- Some good news for you : D

    ===========> Alesta might be kicked off of fair queen royalty because she has that boob picture going around.

Haha.

Um. Today I had band Lessons.

Woot woot.

Uh. MADDY!- COakley also called me and told me that she won't know until tomorrow before 6. So...WE can still call everyone, but we won't def know about the meet and greet on friday.

So.

Need to call some people.

Ciao,

Mariah

The politicians in DC are supposed to decide (again) whether the riverboat Delta Queen's wooden superstructure is such a fire hazard that she is now making her last trip. Given the politicians' track record, they will manage to get it wrong no matter what they do. As for me, I'd feel safer spending the night on the steam-powered DQ than driving from one side of Atlanta to the other at the posted speed limit.

It's late - ooh, is it just my sickly pride ?
Too late - even now the feeling seems to steal away
So late - though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say
It's late - It's late - It's late
But not too late...

And now I have reached a point in my day where I do what I do quite well - I can sit and wait patiently. It is interesting to know that I do enjoy these times when I'm forced to do nothing but wait until it is over and then I can do something else. I can sit and watch the world go on around me and I know that all I have to do is to sit and watch all that is unfold around. I can sit here amongst the many who are forced to do likewise, but I am one of the few who seems to enjoy this for most seem uncomfortable, fidgety, like they would rather have large spikes driven into their temples to relieve the pain of this experience. And yet I sit and wait and watch and find joy in the fact that this is what I have to do at this moment...

I can hear the idle chatter as some try fill this time with something to do, but I have found that if I have a means of jotting my thoughts down even if it is in my mind, I can find all the joy that I need to occupy the few moments that I have to sit. And this is how it is and how it has been from the first moments that I can remember and my memory goes back quite a long time though there are periods where my memories are faded or have been washed clean during the wilder periods of my life and these years were wild beyond imagination though wild does not always mean better or more interesting - they were just different...

And so here I am and so shall I remain until I done. And I shall watch the people as they filter in and out and chat and find things to amuse themselves and I shall remain steadfast in my amazement of all that surrounds me for it is a miracle to experience moment in the history of this universe for it has never happen before and it will never happen again and it will fade from the memories of those who lived it and eventually it will be lost forever except for this record of it that will remain for a much longer time though it too will be lost amongst the dead stars of a dead universe...

And this is how it is on this day in the history of this universe...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

Can barely stand on my feet
(Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry)
Lord what you're doing to me (yeah yeah)
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!

I just gotta get out of this prison cell. And so it is a prison cell of my own creation and I am not exactly sure what crime I am accused of committing and I do not know how long I have been sentenced. It just is and I have no way of changing the course that I am on and so this it is. I have constructed my Alcatraz and I cannot vote my self off the island, I have no way to swim to shore. I have my four walls of block and iron bars, and they are my only friends and they will always remain by my side, my constant companions, they will always be there for me, they are the rock upon which I have built my church. And I have no idea why I am here...

Why is it that I feel trapped in a world of my own creation? Why can't I just open the door and set my self free? Why can't I just walk through the gates and move on to something more appropriate for my brain? Why can't I remove the bars and tear down the walls?

And so it is another fine day with the sun shining through the bars, shining down upon me, illuminating me and all my surroundings. The sun brings a warmth that I cannot find it my cell when I am alone, and the warmth heats me to my very core. And through the bars, there is a gentle breeze; I can feel the winds as they wash over me, wave after wave of cool air. The breeze brings me unexpected gifts, the smell of a meal that someone will enjoy far from me, the smell of the flowers that must be somewhere close by but hidden from my sight on the other side of the walls, the smell of the grass that must have been cut somewhere close by. And through the bars, I can hear the world outside as it goes about the business of living, I hear the birds as they call to each other, I can hear cars as they pass by my prison, I can hear the children playing at some distant playground...

And still I am here locked away safe from the outside world, and I will interact with no one and no one will interact with me. I am locked in solitary confinement and left here to rot, alone. And this is my punishment and I accept the sentence. And one day I will release myself and I will again be free, but for know I have locked the door and threw away the key and I have no desire to be released early for good behaviour...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...