indeed, who would i be?
i admit, this ridiculous "pooh/piglet/hundred acre wood/king friday" shit had me thinking.
scrolling through, my first thought was, "no, i don't want to contribute to this nonsense. you don't fit in. they're talking of wizards, witches, poohs and public television. there is nothing here for you to say."
it smacked of writer's group, five years ago.
scroll, scroll, scroll.
wait!
whore in tight cotton? slut in black boots?
omg! i'm home.
must i be from the 100-acre wood? little mermaid? (i admit to throwing up in my mouth a little bit just now)
um......kanga.
it's kanga. she totally had an alternative secret life.
when roo went to bed, she was working the strip in the 100-acre wood, making a little somethin' somethin' on the side. she partied, she broke hearts, she supported her habit.
she wore tight cotton.
btw- as i recall, sparkling hammer was so much more than just a two-word phrase.
i'm saddened by the blatant disrespect and i swear it was "thrusting sparkling hammer to the groin...."
or is that just wishful thinking on my part.....
it's kanga, bitch.
(cue the music)
i admit, this ridiculous "pooh/piglet/hundred acre wood/king friday" shit had me thinking.
scrolling through, my first thought was, "no, i don't want to contribute to this nonsense. you don't fit in. they're talking of wizards, witches, poohs and public television. there is nothing here for you to say."
it smacked of writer's group, five years ago.
scroll, scroll, scroll.
wait!
whore in tight cotton? slut in black boots?
omg! i'm home.
must i be from the 100-acre wood? little mermaid? (i admit to throwing up in my mouth a little bit just now)
um......kanga.
it's kanga. she totally had an alternative secret life.
when roo went to bed, she was working the strip in the 100-acre wood, making a little somethin' somethin' on the side. she partied, she broke hearts, she supported her habit.
she wore tight cotton.
btw- as i recall, sparkling hammer was so much more than just a two-word phrase.
i'm saddened by the blatant disrespect and i swear it was "thrusting sparkling hammer to the groin...."
or is that just wishful thinking on my part.....
it's kanga, bitch.
(cue the music)
There was thrusting.
ReplyDeleteUndeniably, there was thrusting, and there was most definitely a groin involved. Back in the old days, there was thrusting, groins, woefully bad writing, occasionally brilliant writing, and no trace of anything Pooh-like. Sigh. How times change. I miss you Cosmic Moon Girl--your enticing prose, your tight cotton and black leather boots, your back patio and purple music dungeon, your Elvis bathroom. I even miss our Landmark groupthink and racquet (racket?) smashing good times. Pennsylvania stole you. Will we ever get you back?
That said, the new group is a lovely and steadfast bunch, despite the fact I've quit more times than I can count. Don't let the Pooh-talk fool you. Them's some hardcore muthafuckas. Okay. I shouldn't use slang. I'm really bad at it. And we're not that hardcore. Sigh.
When are you coming home Moon Girl?
So glad it wasn't my imagination. I knew there was thrusting. So much so, i believe there was awkward laughter and then flushed faces while we hung on Todd's every word, until the spotaneous outburst of laughter due to said "sparkling hammer".
ReplyDeletei miss my writer's group. doesn't seem possible that five years has gone by since i left.
i'm still the struggling/aspiring writer, with little hope of breaking out and no decent group of "freaks like me" to hang with....
oh there is still tight cotton and black boots and bad poetic prose, occasional phrases of brilliance in a "mommy diaries" column, but i've switched the patio for a fire escape and a purple music dungeon for a boutique. Elvis still lives....somewhere
Alas, Pennsylvania has me for approximately the next 12 years, something about custody, but i reveal too much.....
we should talk
or write
and it's you i miss the most, but don't tell todd. i always did think you were the most talented of us all, scarecrow.....wait, wrong children's book.....
okay, i shouldn't try to be witty, clever and literarally intellectual....i'm bad at it.....
nice pic, btw
Oooo. Ouch.
ReplyDeleteI'm bleeding from half a dozen wounds here. You'd better be nice to me, Cosmic Moon Girl. Remember, I have the pretentious -and compromising- picture of you.
And I'm not afraid to use it.