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wFriday, October 25, 2002

Ahhhh, Friday once again. Off to Joshua Tree for some hedonistic activity. Rager at Huell Howsers house tonight in 29 Plams. California Gold baby. Just kidding, we're not going.

It's Simone the lovely's Bday weekend, and we will be eyeing some art at the Morongo Valley art festival, climbing some rocks, and then howling at the moon.

This time next week, I will be in snowyville. But I guess it doesn't matter to you anyway, I will still live in the same place in cyberville. This is my place, where everybody knows your name. Thanks guys, it's been such a pleasure having you guys for neighbors, you're all so tidy, and polite, quiet when your having sex, and you don't come over and drink all my Amstel Lights.

If you don't hear from me, just wait until I get my new computer and shiznit all dialed in, you won't be able to shut me up.

Until then, just talk amongst yourselves

posted by meesh at 4:50 PM


Well that was kind of interesting, and yes, I dare say funnish

meesh is a 17
meesh is happy
meesh is a marketer
meesh is right and i would like to offer this
meesh is a likely candidate
meesh is our staff "angry butch
meesh is opinionated
meesh is like my oldest sis and kat's like the second oldest
meesh is now fifteen years old and has started to have some health problems
meesh is going to try and keep me from wandering off much but i'm way ahead of her game
meesh is a college student in the us who does freelance journalism for a hobby
meesh is a character
meesh is in the middle
meesh is currently doing graduate work at new york university in talmud
meesh is still doing the same project as when i took the class in spring 2000
meesh is tama’s youngest drum endorsee in nz
meesh is sponsored by tama
meesh is quoting
meesh is in charge of it so if you have suggestions on what the contest should be
meesh is waxin her legs on da phone
meesh is a regular at rockefeller
meesh is known as nailz in her girl gang
meesh is de
meesh is a true princess
meesh is fine
meesh is
meesh is a ventura blog writer
meesh is not excited about that one
meesh is hot
meesh is all over his writing
meesh is the epitome of bloggerville style
meesh is "highly spankable"
meesh is doing fine
meesh is too cute
meesh is beautiful and fun
meesh is correct
meesh is right
meesh is either soaking up the sun or has been locked out since last night
meesh is here its like fuck it all i dont need to worry about what
meesh is in *so* much trouble
meesh is natural
meesh is doing on the masturbation front
meesh is there
meesh is his woman
meesh is excited that i am going to go visit
meesh is on
meesh is among them

Now you try it

posted by meesh at 4:35 PM


This is the coolest!

and that's it.

No Really.

I have nothing more for you.

Well I did, a sayonara Robb (with 2 B's) tribute, but I just feel a little , well, bad at how I treated him, him making this huge personal breakthrough and all. Sorry DUDE!

and did he say, "We squashed the meat", or was I just hearing things?

Ok, well I do have this one more thing, the Vines kick some white stripe ass here.

And this is quite a treat: Things overheard at the STD clinic
I could be proliferating internet rumors again, but it SAYS that this list has been in the making for 20 sum years now. I'd throw some at ya, but there are just too many good ones to single out.

posted by meesh at 4:31 PM

wThursday, October 24, 2002

The Fook Twins

This is as close as I can get!!

posted by meesh at 4:01 PM


"Who will go home broken hearted next week??!?!?"

I am sorry, but I think Anya needs to be sent in after the producers of the Bachelor. Any show that makes women feel like, "I'm a loser, what's wrong with me, why doesn't he like me?" needs to be taken off of the air. Like women really need a show, and a halfway decent guy to make them feel that way! We can do that all on our own!

I don't blame the guy, he's just like, Hey, how many hot chics can I make out with this week. He has to be a bit human, he sent the Texas girl home, and she was just throwing herself at him.

If any of the ladies need something to help them break away from this show, two words: Derek and Drew. Model twins. Need I say more? Make's for some good TV right there. The brothers had some matchy matchy funky threads on last night, but I can see them going all the way. They have that twin ESP going on, and are very cool and collected.

Derek and Drew believe that the most important element to getting ahead in the Race is cleanliness. Drew is making sure he packs his toothpaste, toothbrush and dental floss, and says, "It's nearly impossible to communicate effectively with bad breath." Derek reveals that he won't leave home without his deodorant. "I just hope to maintain a reasonable level of cleanliness and odor while on the race. Otherwise, it's almost impossible for people to deal with you," he says.

I would have to agree, those million-dollar, um, smiles make them very persuasive. Hummina-hummina.

Annoying Harvard girls were eliminated this week. Ok, they weren't annoying yet, but one of them was doing a hell of a lot of whining. I did like how they got they boys to make their deliveries, girls after my own heart, they just got a little flustered. Bye bye Heather and Eve, maybe you can get some guys to carry your bags through the airport on your way home!

Glad that Michael and Jathy weren't eliminated, they seem awfully sweet. They are a long-distance couple, met in Cancun, and have never spent more than 5 days togethr. Hmmm, maybe after 5 days they will start to get eggy with each other, and we can watch them break up on LIVE TV! No, just kidding.

Ok, tune in next week, and call the vengeance demon upon the Bachelor, it is just like one big frat prank gone awry.
Bad Bachelor, bad!

posted by meesh at 9:54 AM

wWednesday, October 23, 2002

How many times in a row can I listen to this song?

     Eminem - Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Is he? No
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mordem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His bosses don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da


No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot 'fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got


You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Did you know?

Mekhi Phifer is in the movie, and coincidentally enough he made his movie premier playing a drug dealer in Spike Lee's Clockers, which was also set in 1995 (but not in Detroit, in Jersey)
8 Mile is the name of the road that separates Detroit from the suburbs, and Em filmed part of his video for "The Way I Am" on 8 Mile Road.
If Kim Basinger (b. 12/8/53) were actually the mother of Eminem (b. 10/17/72), she would have been 18 at the time.
That makes him a Libra as well.
Other titles considered: Fight Song, Fight Music, Detroit, The Untitled Detroit Project
Production started on October 18th, 2001 in Detroit, then moved to NYC, on a budget of $50 million. Wrapped up in late January.
Giovanni Ribisi was originally slated to play "Wink" (formerly a white rapper character, obvi), now played by Eugene Byrd (not a white rapper).
The release date was pushed back 4 months to Nov. 8th.
Meesh thinks Eminem is dreamy.
Hanson recruited Eminem's Detroit friends to participate in rehearsals. "I'd tell them to do the scene in their own words," the director says, then "I'd jot it down and take the good stuff."
In the song "Rap Game" from the soundtrack, Eminem says "tell that C. Deloris Tucker slut to suck a dick." Deloris Tucker is an advocate against rap music. She also sued Tupac's estate for his basically calling her a bitch.
The soundtrack, due to release Oct. 29, will include a limited-edition sampler that will feature an unreleased track from Eminem along with material from Obie Trice and 50 Cent. (Hmm.. well I'm sure it'll end up on the net, too)
MSU screened the movie on Oct. 11, and Em showed up for a 45-minute set after the movie. A spokesperson for Universal said before the screening that, "Rumors have a way of taking on lives of their own. Eminem isn't here. In fact, he's in the studio finishing up the soundtrack for the film right now." It will show on MTV Jams on Nov. 6.
Eminem said, "The 8 Mile soundtrack was different because it forced me to step into Rabbit, the character I play in the film, and write from his point of view." Ummm, OK.

The movie site looks great. Check it out.

posted by meesh at 2:24 PM


Do you have a special something that goes to sleep with you? Does it help you go to sleep when you hold your special something?

Talk Dirty w/ Mr. Rogers. (those crazy Jam Sandwich kids) or adult freaks) juvenile elders, whatev)

and don't forget the lube

posted by meesh at 12:28 PM

wTuesday, October 22, 2002

A quickie before lunch:

I was at my friend Billy's house on the beach the other day, and as I pulled up into his driveway, I looked up onto his balcony and was reminded of Halloween party he had some 6 or 7 years ago. At first I was annoyed at the memory, but as I recalled all the events of the night, a devilish smirk came across my face.

I came down from Santa Barbara with Mike, my boyfriend at the time. Mike was Darth Vader, and I was Princess Leia. He really would have made a much better Hans Solo. He was blonde, broad-shouldered, more the force than the Dark Side, and well, me being Leia and all. But I tended to indulge him in whatever fantasies he had, and I knew that Halloween was all about dressing up into what you are not.

The party was raging when we got there. Everyone had been dipping into the punch pretty heavily, and the house was a mess of drunk Dorothys, inebriated ghouls, and stoned surfers (in and out of costume). I said hello to a few people I knew, but didn't want to leave Mike's side. He had a tendency to feel a little lost when we went to parties together. He was a little shy, wasn't a real heavy partier, and he was, well, my arm candy, so I kept him close by.

Being shy, I thought Mike would be hiding behind his mask all night, but he kept it off, to the delight of all the sleazy women in the room, eyeing him up and down. I had never been the jealous type. In fact, I kind of like it when other women checked him out. He was too cute to keep behind that mask, but I found it really sexy when he did that heavy breathing thing. I whispered to him, "When we get home I want to do it with the mask on." I gave his ass a little squeeze and went off to grab us some punch.

I was relieved when he actually found someone he knew. Small world. Her name was Heather and they had attended some fancy prep school together up in Blackhawk. She was, well, a Heather, in every sense of the word (no offense to any Heathers). She was nice enough, I suppose, she just had a way of looking down her nose at me, even though I was a good 7 inches taller. Whatever. He was mine, she could hold the leash for a little while, but when I gave a whistle, he would be jumping back into my lap.

They were immersed in conversation, so I took that time to work the room. I kissed hello to my ex-boyfriend Devin, who was looking his evil self, dressed as Darth Maul. When our lips touched, I had flashes of the crazy sex, and had to push him off of me when his animal side started to growl. I looked at him, feigning shock, but really expected nothing less from him. I still liked it really. I quick scanned the room to make sure Mike hadn't witnessed that little exchange, but he was yammering away with little Miss Prep School.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked away. I could tell his eyes were burning a hole in the back of my, well my ass. I was wearing these sheer, white, lacy boy-cut panties, beneath the even sheerer Princess Leia gown. I had sewn gold ribbons to the shoulders, which I criss-crossed under my breasts, encircled my waist a couple times, and tied in the back. The trail of ribbons brushed against my ass, and created a nice accent to the lacy sight.

The room was getting a little claustrophobic for me. I noticed the balcony had some breathing room and I was certain a nice cool ocean breeze. I went over to tell Mike where I was headed lest he freak out when he realized I was nowhere to be found. He was listening to her regale him with the tales of that years charity tournament at the Country Club that both their parents were members of. I sat on his lap, kissed him behind his ear, running my tongue down his lobe and said, "I'm getting wet just thinking about you later."

He hardly gave me a glance when I said I would be out on the balcony. That was ok with me, there were plenty of guys there I would mind spending some one-on-one time with.

I refilled my punch, and headed outside for a cigarette. Our gracious host Billy was out there, surrounded by his usual pack of blondes. He was dressed as Hef, naturally, and the women had allowed themselves to be his bunny harem for the night. Charming. They were all about to strip and get into the jacuzzi. I vowed to never get in that jacuzzi again. Their cackling was driving me batty, so I went around the side of the house to get a little more of that breeze that was blowing in from the ocean.

I stepped up onto the lower railing and leaned out over the sand. My dress blew in the air behind me. I had a good buzz going on, feeling good, and thinking about the sex later on. Maybe I wouldn't even wait until we got home. Maybe I would push him into the bathroom for a quickie later. Why was I so horny? Must have been the kiss from Devin.

I started to step of the railing when I felt someone come up behind me, and hold me tight against the rail. The arms of Mike's long robe pulled me close to him, and I could feel him breathing heavily onto my neck. The breeze blew our robes around us, and I continued to lean over the rail. I could feel his already hard cock pushing into the flimsy fabric. I was ready for him then and there. We were on the side of the house, so I knew no one could see us, except for maybe the neighbors.

He said, in his breathy Darth voice, "You want me don't you? You want it so so bad, I can feel how wet and hot you are, your pussy is steaming you're so hot. Did you get jealous watching me with that girl? I was thinking about fucking you the whole time."

He was right. I was jealous. I fidgeted around trying to push myself closer to his hard package. He teased me, pulling away a little, and then grinding back into me. He probably could have fucked me through my dress. I pulled it up to my waist, so he could get a good look at my smooth, tight ass. I knew the sight of it, would put that teasing shit to an end. He could never resist the sight of my bare ass, bending over, inviting him to sink his cock inside my pussy. I arched my back, turning my head backward to kiss him.

"Take your mask off", I begged him.
"I thought you wanted to do it with the mask on?", he breathed back.
"Well then fuck me already god damn it!"

He pulled down my white panties, opened up his robe, pulled out his cock, and rubbed it's smooth skin against mine. He lingered, enjoying those last teasing moments, while I braced myself against the railing, ready for him to slam up against me. I was wet enough, that I wanted it all, the whole thing, all the way in. I thought I just might come right away if he did.

It was more intense than I thought. The pleasure shot through my body as we came together, my feet lifted off the floor and he pushed me forward. I held onto the railing and my legs circled his back to keep anchored. He leaned over me, that sexy breathing right over my ear, and I braced myself in that position, that perfect position, as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. I wanted to scream, started to, but no sound came out.

I was already there, and his frantic pumping was bringing me closer by the second. I noticed people on the beach looking up, their eyes fixed on the passion they were witnessing, and it turned me on even more. I pushed back at him with every stroke, I didn't think he could get much more inside me than he already was. My heels dug into his ass and drove him deeper and deeper inside me, until I just held him as close as I could, and felt the waves of seizures grip his body, and pulse into mine. I didn't move for fear he would let go of me, and I would go tumbling over the balcony. He had scarcely relinquished his clench on me, enough to slide me off the top railing, and he lay on top of my back still catching his breath.

The breeze was perfect, it blew through my now damp dress, cooling my body, except for my back where the hot, sweaty man lay. We stood there, still for a few minutes, and then I started to speak, realizing how incredibly dry my mouth was.

"Oh baby, that was just what I needed, you are amazing. But you need to get off me now, it's hot, I need more punch."
"Ok, I'll get it for you, princess."

He sauntered inside, and I composed myself, wiping the sweat off my brow with my sleeve, adjusting the lacy panties and retying the gold ribbons. I made sure my buns (my hair) were even before I re-entered the house.

He was sitting on the couch again, with her, no punch in his hands. His mask was sitting neatly on the table behind him. He didn't even look up as I walked in. His little making me jealous routine was growing tiresome.

Devin walked toward me, punch in hand, I took it before he even offered it to me, and while I had mouthful, he says, "There you go princess".

I spit it out all over his long black robe. He leans over, whispers into my ear, "You still are my little princess, you know that? and baby, your ass, leaning over that rail, in the moonlight, I just couldn't resist."

I wanted to scream at him and beat the shit out of him, but people were looking at us now. Mike was looking at us. I was too content to be angry at him.

I wiped at his robe with my sleeves, smiled, with the afterglow still lighting up the room, and said, "Mike, you devil, always a pleasure to see you."

I love Halloween.

posted by meesh at 12:41 PM


Sheesh! New poll up. Finally.

Results of last poll: Where would you like to do it most next?

wherever you are won with 38% of the votes
anywhere as long as I can get some a close second with 28%
special thanks to the 5 Teletubbies and 13 assfaces who rounded out the scientific voting.

posted by meesh at 12:40 PM


I wonder what he's doing right now.
I wonder how many other women he sends pictures of his cock to.
I wonder if he sends them to her.
I wonder if it is really that lovely and pink in real life.
I wonder if I'll ever find out.
I wonder if he thinks of me when he touches it.
I wonder if he knows I think of it, when I touch myself.
I wonder if he's sorry, yet.

posted by meesh at 11:02 AM


Joyeux anniversaire belle!! 

Vous savez je t'aime et tresor notre amitié énergiquement.

Vous êtes incroyablement doué et charmant, et je sais partout où la vie vous prend, vous arriverai rougeoyant et miroitant.

Je suis si heureux nous sommes des amis, 12 ans maintenant!

Vous êtes la constante dans ma vie, l'une chose que je crois tiendrai l'essai du temps. 

Vous êtes ma foi et je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime!

posted by meesh at 10:30 AM


Happy Birthday Tony !!!!!

What can I say about Tony?

Well he gave me the absolute best present I have ever received from anyone,

hands down, the best.

And it wasn't even my birthday.

He did it because he is thoughtful,

and he cares about making people happy.

One million people can't be wrong!

I love you Tony, and I will miss you tremendously.

Thank you for making me smile,

keeping me grounded,

and making me feel special.

You will always have a friend in me.


(36 more to come;)

my 2 favorite LA peeps

and 2 birthday kids.

I am soooooo lucky !!

posted by meesh at 10:19 AM

wMonday, October 21, 2002

Men are Pigs

No really they are. Well actually pigs are men.

Italian researchers have combined human DNA with pig sperm in order to begin introducing human genes to swine tissues. This effort may prove to make the pigs less likely resist human tissues and improve the process known as "xenotransplantation," or organ transfer across species. (Remember the baboon heart?)

Instead of extracting sperm from pigs and injecting them with DNA, a timely and expensive process, researchers literally swished the pig semen around in a bottle with the human DNA (sort of like that), and it was absorbed. The statistics involved seem to indicate a much higher success rate for escaping immune rejection.

The gene that was introduced, hDAF, is a protein found on cell surfaces that protects cells from their body's often voracious immune system. The pig cells that showed this gene present were resistant to human antibodies nearly 100 percent of the time.
Amazing possibilities here. As well as the standard moral dilemmas.

Remember when all we had to deal with was abortion?

You have to read the article. You can take the ball and run with this one. I see all kinds of Orwellian prophecies possible here. Seems almost a little too easy. People will be combining genes left and right. It'll be chaos.

I am all for organs, though. Organs = good.

I couldn't resist the cheap shot title. I am sure someone out there can be more creative. MUCH more creative, no doubt.

posted by meesh at 11:31 PM


If Kurt Cobain had a blog:

"I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. (But my body and mind won't allow me to take them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I like vinyl. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male. I love to sleep. I like to taunt small, barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance. I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity."

No, seriously, from a new book release coming out entitled Journals (profound, I know).

Actual entry in his diary:
"Within the months between October 1991 through December 92, I have had four notebooks filled with two years worth of poetry and personal writing ... The most violating thing I've felt this year is not the media exaggerations or the catty gossip, but the rape of my personal thoughts. Ripped out of pages from my stay in hospitals and airplane rides hotel stays etc. I feel compelled to say f--- you F--- you to those of you who have absolutely no regard for me as a person. You have raped me harder than you'll ever know."

Oh, I forgot, we can cuss here. He actually said "fuck you, Fuck you", I think.
Hmmm? Who in the world would go against his extremely explicit wishes?
any ideas?

posted by meesh at 2:03 PM


Did I say that? My pathetic attempts at getting Chris to talk dirty were thwarted (or at least edited out).

The Hosemonster gets to know my, uh, sensitive side. (permalink f'ed up)

And meeshne1 is soooo not my real ID. (thanks Chris!)

posted by meesh at 12:04 PM


Uggh, Monday. I think I can, I think I can…make it one more week.

Did a lot of girly things this weekend. Not pedicures, facials girly. More Martha Stewart girly. Think herbs, not insider training.

I woke up on Saturday morning and some cool kids had spread my trash cans all over the sidewalk. No, Saturday is not trash day. Monday is. Yes, they had been sitting there all week. I told the kids next door I’d smoke ‘em out if they cleaned it up (even though they probably did it). They were on it.

I pulled up most the herbs from my garden (rosemary, thyme, oregano and basil, plus the chili peppers), tied them with twine and hung them upside down to dry them out for winter. Once they are dried I stuff them in glass jars. I make one just for Italian sauces. (I know, you are sooo enthused).

I picked the rest of the tomatoes, and pulled up the rest of the plants. Ran into the horned green worm that used to scare the shit out of me when I was a kid. He looked a lot smaller than I remember.

I went next door to steal my neighbors lavender to dry out and make little fragrant sachets and eye pillows (yes, I really do, I mix it with rosemary). The old lady across the street starting to yell at me.

“Do you have permission to do that? That’s stealing you know???!?”
I said, “Yeah, actually, we have an arrangement, he watches me naked in the backyard, and I steal his lavender”

That shut her up.

In the afternoon (well, I didn’t wake up until then, so..), later on in the afternoon, I wanted to go see a girly movie. I like to go to the movies by myself. Sometimes, people look at me funny, like oh that poor girl she’s all alone. Then I don’t have to worry about the other person liking the movie at all. And I don’t have to share the popcorn. It was a really good girl alone movie, Sweet Home Alabama. I actually cried, and I know it wasn’t PMS. I could just relate. Small town girl, big city, JFK jr. look a like. How did they get him to look so handsome? He was the pizza boy (Can’t Buy Me Love). Good thing I had my hankie.

I hadn’t really had my movie fix after that one, so I snuck into the Banger Sisters. I tried to get into Red Dragon, but got confused. Hadn't done that in quite a while. Maybe never. Hmmm? When was the last time you did the switch?
Yep, 2 cheesy chick flicks. It was actually not bad either. All the former groupies in the audience seemed to really enjoy it. Three words: Rock Cock Collection.

I cruised on home, made myself a Spicy Thai Beef salad, and threw on another movie. Stuart Bliss. 20 minutes later Daria: Is it College Yet? was on the DVD player. Good stuff. I burned a couple CDs, and one thing I DID not do this weekend was go online. Yay me. Probably because my computer locks up when I burn CDs and surf the net at the same time. Kind of like saying, I didn’t shoot up ‘cause all my needles were dirty. Ok, not really at all like that. How about, I didn’t eat ice-cream ‘cause there were no spoons? More like, ok this is it, I couldn’t eat a bagel, ‘cause there was no cream cheese. Yeah, whatever.

Watched Saturday Night Live. Senator McCain. What the? He’s not funny?!? He’s not even funny, trying to be funny. First Senator ever to appear on SNL. Now there’s (notice the contraction, I did that just for you grammar police) a milestone. He played a stalker on a painfully long and unfunny (is that a word?) Lifetime movie parody. I did, however, like him as the stoner art teacher. (Of course)

A bit risky, I suppose (but then, hey, he’s from AZ). He joked that they had asked Bush to appear, but, “apparently he doesn’t like to work on weekends.” Funny Mc Cain, apparently you don’t even like to work during the week, missing a vote on the $355 million, excuse me, BILLION, defense spending bill (so that’s why they call it a BILL). He did take time out of his busy taping schedule to criticize the bill’s wasteful spending.

In John’s defense, I must say, he wasn’t simply rehearsing for SNL, he was also promoting his new book, Worth the Fighting For. (McCain is second in voting absenteeism in recent years, only 80 year old Jesse Helms, exceeds him)

One good thing: The White Stripes rawwwkkkkkked.

Managed to make it out of bed before noon on Sunday to hit the Farmer’s Market. I didn’t dawdle, went straight to tomatoes, avocadoes, green onions, arugula, and some stargazers, all for under 10 bucks. Gotta love the ag-town.

I went home, made 10 pieces of bacon, and a pot of coffee, and mapped out my Target plan of attack. I have to make a list, otherwise I am there all day. Angora socks, mascara, photo albums, wife-beaters, dandruff shampoo. I did pretty good, even considering I was stocking up for the winter (No Tarzhay’s in Aspen). Bought a nice, cozy velour jumpsuit for the boy. Very Snatch gypsy. They had the coziest angora knee socks, that I will live in this winter. Oh, and angora gloves, and fuzzy ear-warmers.

I went to Vons to get some marscapone, and tried to explain to them what it was, “kinda like Neufchatel, but creamier”, and then went to TJs. Made little puff pastry deserts with plums, sprinkled with pistachios, and topped with the marscapone. Verrry easy, I’ll figure out the recipe. I thought that would be dinner, but I did up an arugala, avocado, tomato, cucumber salad with candied pecans and bacon bits. Good stuff. My god, I’ve regressed to this is what I ate for lunch postings. Ok, time to go.

Final note: Watched Everest, the IMAX movie last night. Breathtaking. Araceli Segarra is a hot studly woman.

posted by meesh at 11:54 AM


Ever get e-mail that your Hmmm? about. I think it's an address update, but who the..? what the...?

From: "andrew eldridge"
To: meesh@yourmybitch.com
Subject: Whatever surfing is for fags!

Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 01:45:46 -0700
Nice to make your aquaintance, actually the address is
pervyinhydepark@shouldIpostit.com. I think I'm just done with bullshit on the net.
Hopefully someone's got a sense of humor and doesn't need
$fowtyninenineyfive to make his shithole a whitetrash castle. Do you dig?
Whiteass buttdigger mofo's?!? Jus' cuz I gotz a car on blox (not!) inna
front yard don't make me red. But because I found this nice lookin' gal does
make me say don't send me shit I won't answer! Bye mow-rons!

posted by meesh at 10:48 AM