Dear Herman:
Rain and thunder here, hope it's nice where you are.
Caught the ppv last night, and I think I figured it out. Mad Hatter with hair in his face = good guy, Mad Hatter with hair fixed = bad guy.
Sitting here, bored, few back spasms from the packing and lifting of boxes last few days, thinking I should be working some more on the fairy tale before things get too busy with the move...but don't know where to take it now.
okay, so I imagine you checking in tonight, dressed in dark jeans with the cuffs frayed and a splotch of something just under the knee on the left leg, a yellow shirt, baseball cap on, chewing on a toothpick or straw or plastic spoon. I imagine you carrying around your sketch book, drawing...moose and wolves. Maybe a vampire or two. I imagine you tonight your right shoulder bothering you.
Well, that's all I've got in my imagination for you right now...
Smile. Please.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
8:56pm Friday post it
Dear Herman:
Farscape Season 2 Episode 4.
I wanted to come in here and leave you a small note before the ppv on Sunday, only nothing seemed appropriate. So, I'm giving you something to think about. One of my favourite episodes of Farscape.
I imagine you checking in tonight, scratching at your jaw, dressed in a pair of blue underwear. I think you've got a cup of coffee beside you, smirking at me.
always...
Farscape Season 2 Episode 4.
I wanted to come in here and leave you a small note before the ppv on Sunday, only nothing seemed appropriate. So, I'm giving you something to think about. One of my favourite episodes of Farscape.
I imagine you checking in tonight, scratching at your jaw, dressed in a pair of blue underwear. I think you've got a cup of coffee beside you, smirking at me.
always...
Thursday, May 29, 2014
post it note May 29th 10:30pm
Dear Mr. Scratchy:
Herman, how are you tonight? Ever have one of those nights where you're just drawn to something or someone and you're not too sure why? Like a puzzle piece, or an answer to a question you haven't thought of yet?
That's what's been going on tonight. I've got this famous person, man, in my mind and it's like I have no idea why? Seriously, just strangely out there. And for me to say something is strange, you know it's got to be. But, for some messed up reason, I started thinking of this famous man about an hour ago and just can't shake him.
Hmmm...shaking him...that would be interesting. But anyways, I thought watching something of him on youtube would help, but no such luck, he's jammed in there in my brain between Dimmer and Mad Hatter. Just wedged.
That's another fantasy for another time...
Started watching this movie last night, never got to finish it, French film, got too distracted by the fact all these naked gay men were running around having sex. I couldn't for the life of me tell you what the movie was actually suppose to be about, just very very distracted by the porn of it all. And it was supposed to have been a made for tv movie...only it was...mmmm French gay men having sex.... what was I saying?
It's nearly summer, temps are rising, and clearly my mind is on naked men. Then again when is it not? Which is bad considering there is a ppv this weekend. My mind should be on packing for my move or at the very lest, the ppv; but obviously, not.
Okay Herman, now that I think I've left you sitting there wide eyed, mouth open catching flies...I imagine you checking in tonight, a half a sandwich-peanut butter and jelly, very wholesome- hanging out of your mouth, dressed in those striped blue and grey pajama bottoms, blinking now as you re-read my last two paragraphs, maybe even blushing, shaking your head now, thinking that in the future you're going to pick any movies we might watch together.
Smile...
actually one big fantasy of mine is to cut Mad Hatter's hair. His bangs drive me crazy, in a I want to comb his hair back every time he's on tv now way.
Herman, how are you tonight? Ever have one of those nights where you're just drawn to something or someone and you're not too sure why? Like a puzzle piece, or an answer to a question you haven't thought of yet?
That's what's been going on tonight. I've got this famous person, man, in my mind and it's like I have no idea why? Seriously, just strangely out there. And for me to say something is strange, you know it's got to be. But, for some messed up reason, I started thinking of this famous man about an hour ago and just can't shake him.
Hmmm...shaking him...that would be interesting. But anyways, I thought watching something of him on youtube would help, but no such luck, he's jammed in there in my brain between Dimmer and Mad Hatter. Just wedged.
That's another fantasy for another time...
Started watching this movie last night, never got to finish it, French film, got too distracted by the fact all these naked gay men were running around having sex. I couldn't for the life of me tell you what the movie was actually suppose to be about, just very very distracted by the porn of it all. And it was supposed to have been a made for tv movie...only it was...mmmm French gay men having sex.... what was I saying?
It's nearly summer, temps are rising, and clearly my mind is on naked men. Then again when is it not? Which is bad considering there is a ppv this weekend. My mind should be on packing for my move or at the very lest, the ppv; but obviously, not.
Okay Herman, now that I think I've left you sitting there wide eyed, mouth open catching flies...I imagine you checking in tonight, a half a sandwich-peanut butter and jelly, very wholesome- hanging out of your mouth, dressed in those striped blue and grey pajama bottoms, blinking now as you re-read my last two paragraphs, maybe even blushing, shaking your head now, thinking that in the future you're going to pick any movies we might watch together.
Smile...
actually one big fantasy of mine is to cut Mad Hatter's hair. His bangs drive me crazy, in a I want to comb his hair back every time he's on tv now way.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Monday May 26th
I was on my way yesterday to mom's, and my cell rang. She asked me to pick her up a roast chicken from the deli. I doubled back to the grocery and did so, stopping off in the produce for some salad stuff myself. Storm was working. We talked for a few minutes, the topic getting around to my moving.
Storm-:"Very cool. So are you moving far?"
Me-:"Next neighbourhood over."
Storm-:"Well, if you need boxes...I can save them till after my shift just let me know what days you need to pick them up."
Me-:"That would be great thanks."
Storm-:"House? Just you or are you moving in with someone?"
Me-:"Apartment, downgrading from the place I am now, and just me."
He raised an eyebrow looking at me over his shoulder as he sorted the tomatoes. "So it's not a move because you're getting married or anything?"
Me-:"Uh no. No such luck."
He had the weirdest look then on his face as he turned and walked into the back staff area. Didn't say goodbye, just tuned and walked off. So I headed to the checkout, and one of the check out guys named Jon no H, was working. I asked for the chicken to be double bagged in plastic before being put in the cloth one.
He put it in a plastic bag and just left it out.
Me-:"Uh, that smell is really..."
Jon-:"Oh I know it's all I'll be smelling now for the next hour. Making me hungry." he smiled wide at me like a kid.
Me-:"Not me. Picking it up for someone else. Vegetarian, that smell is making me sick."
The lady standing behind me in line nodded. "I love their roast chicken but I'm with you, the smell of it gives me a headache till I can get it home and out of the box. It's the steam trapped in the container."
Jon-:"So I guess you won't be having any of the bbq burgers and hot dogs I'll be serving later for the charity when I get off my shift?" he leaned over laughing then turned to the lady working the check out behind him. "Have they set it up yet?" She looked at him like he was nuts then shook her head and told him it was his turn to get the bbq out of storage and make sure all the signs were done.
Grabbing my bags, I left thinking, way to go with the cosmic joke there. A guy named Jon talking to me about his meat.
Storm-:"Very cool. So are you moving far?"
Me-:"Next neighbourhood over."
Storm-:"Well, if you need boxes...I can save them till after my shift just let me know what days you need to pick them up."
Me-:"That would be great thanks."
Storm-:"House? Just you or are you moving in with someone?"
Me-:"Apartment, downgrading from the place I am now, and just me."
He raised an eyebrow looking at me over his shoulder as he sorted the tomatoes. "So it's not a move because you're getting married or anything?"
Me-:"Uh no. No such luck."
He had the weirdest look then on his face as he turned and walked into the back staff area. Didn't say goodbye, just tuned and walked off. So I headed to the checkout, and one of the check out guys named Jon no H, was working. I asked for the chicken to be double bagged in plastic before being put in the cloth one.
He put it in a plastic bag and just left it out.
Me-:"Uh, that smell is really..."
Jon-:"Oh I know it's all I'll be smelling now for the next hour. Making me hungry." he smiled wide at me like a kid.
Me-:"Not me. Picking it up for someone else. Vegetarian, that smell is making me sick."
The lady standing behind me in line nodded. "I love their roast chicken but I'm with you, the smell of it gives me a headache till I can get it home and out of the box. It's the steam trapped in the container."
Jon-:"So I guess you won't be having any of the bbq burgers and hot dogs I'll be serving later for the charity when I get off my shift?" he leaned over laughing then turned to the lady working the check out behind him. "Have they set it up yet?" She looked at him like he was nuts then shook her head and told him it was his turn to get the bbq out of storage and make sure all the signs were done.
Grabbing my bags, I left thinking, way to go with the cosmic joke there. A guy named Jon talking to me about his meat.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
post it May 20th 2014
Dear Herman:
What did you do to your left shoulder? It's just after 10 pm EST here where I am, and about 40 minutes ago, my left shoulder started to do the crazy pain thing, which is really odd given I've been sitting here reading...leads me to believe it's one of your injuries. Ghost pains, got to love them.
I imagine you checking in, scratching your head on that one, possibly wondering either how I knew you hurt yourself, or else laughing your ass off at me cause I'm sounding like a lunatic. Either way, try not to choke on your drink...scotch?
And I think you're dressed in black pajama bottoms, a grey t-shirt and your hair slicked back. Try not to think too hard, it'll make you dizzy.
Smile...
What did you do to your left shoulder? It's just after 10 pm EST here where I am, and about 40 minutes ago, my left shoulder started to do the crazy pain thing, which is really odd given I've been sitting here reading...leads me to believe it's one of your injuries. Ghost pains, got to love them.
I imagine you checking in, scratching your head on that one, possibly wondering either how I knew you hurt yourself, or else laughing your ass off at me cause I'm sounding like a lunatic. Either way, try not to choke on your drink...scotch?
And I think you're dressed in black pajama bottoms, a grey t-shirt and your hair slicked back. Try not to think too hard, it'll make you dizzy.
Smile...
Pet?
I woke up this morning at 6am, which is as of recently, very very unusually early for me. Went into the bathroom, turned on the lights and screamed. The biggest spider I have ever seen ever outside of a zoo was looking back at me. It was the size of my hand the legs longer then my fingers, just hanging out on my wall between the light switch and the towel rack.
After a round of "oh my f***ing god that's f***ing huge!" I grabbed the hairspray bottle and started to just spray the wall. Not bug killer, hair spray. For those who don't know, hairspray works 10 times better then bug spray because it causes them to be unable to move from the stickiness. I peaked back in, didn't see it anymore which actually made me freak out a bit more cause it was too big to have just vanished. Then it popped up right beside me again. Another round of "oh my god" a few "eww" and more spraying of the hairspray all over the wall and door frame. I was coughing and finding my eyes feeling sticky from the amount of hair spray in the room, and finally it curled in on itself and died.
I don't even want to know where it came from, or how it got in my bathroom. Needless to say, big rain storm then. Try it, next time you see a spider and you kill it, notice how it will rain/snow for a while after. The bigger the spider, the bigger the storm.
So about fifteen minutes ago, I hear the across the hall neighbour open his door, talking to someone. Then my doorbell rang. He was standing there in a pair of shorts and an open robe, looking very embarrassed. There was an open jar in his hand. He's pet sitting.
Oh god! I'm thinking all this horrible stuff suddenly. Did I just hairspray someone's pet? I'm praying please don't let him say his buddy's pet was a massive spider, please!
No, his buddy's pet is a lizard, and the spider was bought as food for the lizard. Only slight sigh of relief. Told him I killed the spider, and asked if he needed money to go buy another? He shook his head and said they had a few handfuls of crickets still.
Spiders don't normally freak me out, but the size of that creature did. This is one time when yes, size does matter.
After a round of "oh my f***ing god that's f***ing huge!" I grabbed the hairspray bottle and started to just spray the wall. Not bug killer, hair spray. For those who don't know, hairspray works 10 times better then bug spray because it causes them to be unable to move from the stickiness. I peaked back in, didn't see it anymore which actually made me freak out a bit more cause it was too big to have just vanished. Then it popped up right beside me again. Another round of "oh my god" a few "eww" and more spraying of the hairspray all over the wall and door frame. I was coughing and finding my eyes feeling sticky from the amount of hair spray in the room, and finally it curled in on itself and died.
I don't even want to know where it came from, or how it got in my bathroom. Needless to say, big rain storm then. Try it, next time you see a spider and you kill it, notice how it will rain/snow for a while after. The bigger the spider, the bigger the storm.
So about fifteen minutes ago, I hear the across the hall neighbour open his door, talking to someone. Then my doorbell rang. He was standing there in a pair of shorts and an open robe, looking very embarrassed. There was an open jar in his hand. He's pet sitting.
Oh god! I'm thinking all this horrible stuff suddenly. Did I just hairspray someone's pet? I'm praying please don't let him say his buddy's pet was a massive spider, please!
No, his buddy's pet is a lizard, and the spider was bought as food for the lizard. Only slight sigh of relief. Told him I killed the spider, and asked if he needed money to go buy another? He shook his head and said they had a few handfuls of crickets still.
Spiders don't normally freak me out, but the size of that creature did. This is one time when yes, size does matter.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Sunday 8:44pm
Dear Herman:
I imagine you checking in tonight, a cup of tea, lemon pie, and a bag of buttered-caramel popcorn in hand. I imagine you sitting there, squinting at me, then smiling wide, showing the post to a buddy of yours that doesn't believe in the stuff I believe in, and him spooked cause I'm right. And if I am wrong, then you've got your laugh for the night.
I imagine you dressed in dirty jeans, the cuffs completely ruined and frayed, maybe a pocket torn, black boots, yes I think you've got boots on still, and a t-shirt...I can't decide if it's yellow or green...either way it has a large splotch on it near your hip from someone smashing into you and dropping ice-cream or frothy coffee or ...hot chocolate on you. Yeah, that's it, hot chocolate.
And I think you're starting to jot down notes on a small napkin, while thinking it's way past time to get to the laundry.
Song of the day that I just can't get out of my head is that old one "How soon is Now?" mostly, because it's the theme for the tv show Charmed and I've been watching episodes of it all day.
Smile...
I imagine you checking in tonight, a cup of tea, lemon pie, and a bag of buttered-caramel popcorn in hand. I imagine you sitting there, squinting at me, then smiling wide, showing the post to a buddy of yours that doesn't believe in the stuff I believe in, and him spooked cause I'm right. And if I am wrong, then you've got your laugh for the night.
I imagine you dressed in dirty jeans, the cuffs completely ruined and frayed, maybe a pocket torn, black boots, yes I think you've got boots on still, and a t-shirt...I can't decide if it's yellow or green...either way it has a large splotch on it near your hip from someone smashing into you and dropping ice-cream or frothy coffee or ...hot chocolate on you. Yeah, that's it, hot chocolate.
And I think you're starting to jot down notes on a small napkin, while thinking it's way past time to get to the laundry.
Song of the day that I just can't get out of my head is that old one "How soon is Now?" mostly, because it's the theme for the tv show Charmed and I've been watching episodes of it all day.
Smile...
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