I posted something dirty last night. I was drunk. Now I’m hungover and pressing delete. If only drunk dials and one night stands could be erased with a big wide, rounded corners, delete button. Where’s Fisher Price when you need ’em? Maybe after my AM “fourbucks” run for the latte, I’ll be more apt to spread my proverbial legs to the world.
Here’s the clean part:
There has to be more than passion. But sometimes it’s so damn hard to keep your hands off one another. Still, passion alone never lasts, it’s just a reason for staying in the wrong relationship. These things never work out; chances are I won’t know him in a week. That’s why I’m here alone, listening to Linus whine because he wants to lick up my nose. “Get in line kid.” I tell him. And he crooks his head to the side, as if I’ve just barked at him.
I’m just not the type to play it safe and right. It’s so boring to be a cliche. To be a, “well I’ll let him persue me” woman. Still, I’m cliche enough to send him home and spend the night alone. I don’t mind it so much. I actually like it. It feels like a beginning.
Passion makes life better than anything fried or coated in chocolate. Lust, my friends, should be bottled. Maybe Merck should work that angle to make up for the Vioxx.
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Stephanie,
I stumbled across your blog and am so very pleased to have done so! You are very talented and I enjoy reading your stories. I also call the love of my life with a whistle. His name is Jack which is what unoriginal Jack Russell owners call their dogs. Linus is a doll and I'm glad you have him.
Well, you're certainly coming out of the post-birthday gates like gangbusters.
Don't start over-editing those drunk dial posts, now. At least use "cut" and "paste" instead of "delete." That way you can release it on "Greek Tragedy: The Lost Episodes" when you kick off your book tour.
And here I thought those red lights really did mean stop. Who knew after all these years that RED means go…enjoyed the insight Stephanie.
DANG IT ! im bummed that i missed it :)
Let's hope Google didn't spider your blog before deletion, otherwise your article will appear in the Google cache over the next few days.
So glad I caught it earlier this morning before you deleted it – good stuff :)
Stephanie,
I came across you blog looking for….oh hell Idon't even remember anymore, but that was about a month ago. Your writings have captivated me. You have a knack for taking the simple thoughts that all of us have and take them deeper and give them substance.
About two years ago I gave up watching TV. It wasn't really A deliberate descision, but just sort of happened. Now mind you, It wasn't that I was morally offended by the content, I don't mind a little sex and violence in my entertainment. It was that I was intellectually offended. Most of what they pumped out was crap. Like I said I don't mind sex and violence just give me original sex and violence…lol.
What does this have to do with your blog? Well, I'll tell you. you writing has the intelligence and wit that I found lacking in Tv. now if only you did news too. :)
I just thought I would write you to let you know that I appreciate you giving us all a brief glimpse into what goes on inside your head.
Danado
(in a Homer Simpson voice) MMMmmmmmm….something dirrrrrtyy…"
You'll be pleased to find that Google didn't cache your drunken article after all. Damn them! ;-)
come to learn…
Time and scene: Several years have passed since Oedipus was expelled from Thebes. He enters the grove of the Furies at Colonus from the direction of Thebes a broken, blind old man in filthy rags, led by a young woman, his daughter Antigone.
Oedipus: My child, child of the blind old man–Antigone, where are we now? What land, what city of men? Who will receive the wandering Oedipus today? Not with gifts but a pittance…it's little I ask and get still less, but quite enough for me. Acceptance–that is the great lesson suffering teaches, suffering and the long years, my close companions, yes,…
Child, look, do you see some place to rest? Public grounds or groves reserved for the gods? Give me your arm and sit me down–we must find out where we are. We have come to learn from the citizens, strangers from citizens, and carry out thier wishes to the end.
"The Threban Plays: Antigone, Oedipus The King, Oedipus At Colonus," Penguin Classics, Translated by Robert Fagles
Happy Birthday.