The Last Battle

My mommy read The Chronicles of Narnia to me until I had them memorized. Hmm. She wants the same story over and over and over? Well, it is a good one, that is normal. She read them all to me, LWW the most, I have been through that wardrobe many, many times. One day, probably around 2nd grade-ish? who knows, but she tried to read The Last Battle to me. They started to die! Shut that book, woman! Get it the hell out of here. WAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! OUCH. shrapnel in the heart. what the fuck was that?! So, lets go back to see what The Magician's Nephew is up to, shall we?

OH, then the divorce must have happened. Yeah.  Good times. I have seen the end of Moulin Rouge exactly twice. I will ride that gd Titanic all the way, though. It is resistance. ah, so. Well done, grasshopper. Go play.

Drill Me, Baby

Movies that are stuck in my brain:


Body Double
Nomads (shiver)
Candyman is awesome but I always thought it would have been the best to watch at the Malco. I want to be down town this weekend if we are hanging out in hot springs. i guess i do love this town. and it has been all over me, Bono. I should sort my songs my "Cory". We finally let the 13 year old whore off the hook and welcomed the energetic and rightly optimistic youngest Cory! She is sweet. And curious and loves what she loves. Stray Cats. Pennies From Heaven. Miss Farrell from Annie. I have a barbie outfit that doubled as a version of her yellow, now we are hookin up and i can wear my hair loose and rock some jammieslacks, Daddy outfit. 


these are my memories, all of these movies and songs and shows, and some of you blessed people who just want to prove that we have no concept of time except what we are forced to operate by. it flies by, then, too, doesn't it. The Tao is a pocket book I would recommend. It is so simple. just balance. but that is the hardest thing in the world, to mix your clean white paint into that dark, beautiful black, and make gray. :-D 


Reminder, I have decided to trust you all to understand how subtle my humor can be.


Fuckin' American Beauty won't leave me alone, Grateful Dead on my shuffled tunes. My stars, it came back around to a movie that sticks with me all of it's own momentum. 

The Golden Road is the name of the song. 

Dear Diary

It has been quite a week for me, and quite a year, coming up on 1 year anniversary to Hole! That means that therapy began not long before that! So now I have remembered my deep dark secret, once again, and it is not a big deal. I feel like I can remember all the way back to the girl’s age, now. And I spent all the time between then and now waiting to get molested by some disgusting pervert. I had already been the ‘patient’ for this older boy from next door by then and thought it was no biggie. Whatever. So this time my memory lane earthquake put those 2 things together. I was going to look for this dude on facebook, because he was always so cute. Oh and remember how you saw Star 80 at some early point, as well, and have had a crush on Eric Roberts this whole time. And the only scary serial killer is really Ted Bundy. The boy that took my strawberry shortcakes also, at a later point on the time line, told me that I didn’t get that Pink and Pretty Barbie from ‘The Easter Bunny’, that is not any more real than Santa Claus, silly girl. Poor little girl who’s only things to find besides prince charming are a Playboy Waitress costume and a Barbie Dream House.

Here, again

Maybe my lusty friend will inspire me to get this blog up and running! I am very proud of you, Melly-Mel. You are a rock star. Keep it up. xoxo

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I didn't know that Angie was playing me in a movie! Gosh. That is fine.

Monday Blues

I have been taking medicine for a year now, or trying to find the right mixture of medicne, rather, for a year. I ran out of one of them, oh, about 5 or 6 days ago, and for one reason or another didn't make it to pick the refill up until today. Today is Monday, and I should be at work, but instead I have been stuck to my couch, nauseous, unable to even consider walking out the front door for any reason. I was shutting down. It was getting worse last night, I did manage to walk to the dumpster twice, but couldn't even conceive of driving 2 miles to Walgreens. I might have made it if it had been warm weather, or if I hadn't had to dress my child and pack her into the car. This is all just to drive thru a pharmacy pick up window.

So, I have taken the missing drug, and am feeling calmer, for sure, and Jeremy is home, which always makes it easier to leave the house, but it is still uncomfortable. Not that I have anywhere to go, now.

I always feel extreme guilt for all of this. And being with out the specific med made that come back up even stronger. I also have strong feelings about taking medicine, at all, but it seems to be in the cards for me, at least for now.

I will go to therapy as soon as I can afford it, but for now what I have is a med doctor and getting by with a little help from my friends.

I will see how it feels to leave this up and invite a few people to read it. I am sure it is vague, I am also out of the practice of blogging. I don't know how this one works, is it completely public, or do you get to manage your readers?

That is all for now, and I shall check to see how the management of the blog works.

Thanks.