Dogtown_Lombard

What I did on my honeymoon....or, more exactly, what my husband did to me!

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 01:15:53 GMT

This is the nicest thing ANYONE has EVER written about me

Mon, 14 May 2007 04:35:35 GMT

(FROM my wonderful hippie mom. Don't laugh. This means a lot to me.)

I speak from experience:

With Ry you walk a longer distance, faster than you think you can

With Ry you swim deeper in the ocean, without fear

With Ry you laugh hard and often, from your belly

With Ry you travel to places you did not know you needed to visit, until she took you

With Ry you see, rather than look and do not miss a thing

With Ry you learn because she insists you question and think and you are glad you did

With Ry you feel understood and know love

Steve knows this or he would not have proposed, congratulations
And best wishes to the bride, my daughter, Ryan.

Oh my. The. Filth.

Wed, 02 May 2007 06:57:14 GMT

Sweet Steve was mad at me for leaving him for two weeks. This is what I came home to.

http://www.craftzine.com/blog/archive/2007/05/maker_faire_the_puppy_mover_mo.html

Wed, 02 May 2007 06:41:32 GMT

IM Haiku

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 22:11:57 GMT

but without fighting
stwinokur: there would be no
stwinokur: make up sex

Bachelorette Party anyone?

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 01:03:20 GMT

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 07:18:44 GMT

I wish I had actually watched the Oscars...but instead I just got drunk with friends.
Steve's away, so his liquor is up for grabs.

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 06:53:11 GMT

I'm drunk. And I am moving in with Steve.

Its all about the ring

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 05:40:27 GMT

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Originally uploaded by karllong.

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 00:55:47 GMT

Not too long ago...
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919- )

Not too long ago
after the beginning of time
upon a nine o'clock
of a not too hot
summer night
standing in the door
of the NEW PISA
under the forgotten
plaster head of DANTE
waiting for a table
and watching
Everything
was a man with a mirror for a head
which didn't look so abnormal at that
except that
real ears stuck out
and he had a sign
which read
A POEM IS A MIRROR WALKING DOWN A STRANGE STREET
but anyway
as I was saying
not too long after the beginning
of time
this man who was all eyes
had no mouth
All he could do was show people
what he meant
And it turned out
he claimed to be
a painter
But anyway
this painter
who couldn't talk or tell anything
about what he
meant
looked like just about the happiest painter
in all the world
standing there
taking it all 'in'
and reflecting
Everything
in his great big
Hungry Eye
but anyway
so it was I saw reflected there
Four walls covered with pictures
of the leaning tower of Pisa
all of them leaning in different directions
Five booths with tables
Fifteen tables without booths
One bar
with one bartender looking like a
baseball champ
with a lot of naborhood trophies
hung up behind
Three waitresses of various sizes and faces
one as big as a little fox terrier
one as large as a small sperm whale
one as strange as an angel
but all three
with the same eyes
One kitchendoor with one brother cook
standing in it
with the same eyes
and about
one hundredandsixtythree people all talking and waving
and
laughing and eating and drinking and smiling and
frowning
and shaking heads and opening mouths and putting
forks and
spoons in them and chewing and swallowing all kinds
of produce
and sitting back and relaxing maybe and drinking coffee
and lighting cigarettes and getting up and so on
and so off
into the night
without ever noticing
the man with the mirrorhead
below the forgotten
plasterhead of DANTE
looking down
at everyone
with the same eyes
as if he were still searching
Everywhere
for his lost Beatrice
but with just a touch
of devilish lipstick
on the very tip
of his nose

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 15:18:36 GMT

Yesterday I got some really bad personal news. Something that completely threw me for a loop. Something that made me feel unsafe. Something that spiraled me back into the past where I dont like to go.

I was meeting Kate for a movie. We returned the tickets and proceeded to get wrecked.

About Kate: When I first met her I thought she was so much fun, but I was scared of another Leo girl friend (like Kiwi and Shelly - the two great best friends of my life). They are the most intense friends, but sometimes can be so selfish and harsh for us sensitive cancerians.

Last night Kate made me feel great. She did and said everything I needed...I feel so happy to have a friend like her. She was totally 100% there for me. And I suddenly remembered why it is worth it to have girlfriends. Why it is totally necessary. Kate rocks. Kate is my friend. MY friend. For real.

Among other things we got a random tarot card reading from a witch/coke dealer who was completely dead-on right about everything. His reading for Kate was incredible. His reading for me (yes, I asked about S) was unbelievable.
Obviously one shouldn't make life decisions based on a bunch of cards - but I have the soul of a dirty hippie - so I probably will anyways.

I woke up this morning, watched the sunrise and started to throw things out. Boxes and Boxes. I need to make room for the new.

proverb

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 22:42:02 GMT

Goodness is it's own reward
but for tangible outcomes
you must try badness

Puppy Wish

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 21:34:43 GMT

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 21:32:55 GMT

Happy Wiccan New Year

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 01:35:08 GMT

out with the witches...

You can not resist me

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 04:16:47 GMT

FAVORITE MOMENT OF LAST NIGHT:
Steve grabbing my hand (what a romantic) when the girl we were getting a joint lap dance from had her ass in his face.
This was before she explained she had a fiance but that they had an open relationship and ?would we be interested in a threesome? and then tried to kiss me on the lips.

Oh wait - my favorite moment was actually Monica singing. Or was it Monica, Rachel and I stuffing dollars into g-strings (did Rachel rub a leg?) Or maybe Brads ear-to-ear grin. Or was it waking up, still drunk, with naked Steve sleeping on the other end of the bed. What were we doing?

Caught

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 22:01:41 GMT

I just got caught masturbating in the bathroom by my boss.
Can you get fired for that or would it be considered sexual discrimination?

Oooops!

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 23:53:50 GMT

Never Date a Cancer

Clingy, emotional, and very private - it's hard to escape a Cancer's clutches.
And while Cancer will want to know everything about you, they're anything but open in return.

Instead try dating: Leo, Sagittarius, Gemini, or Aquarius

What Sign Shouldn't You Date?

Princess Leia

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 17:32:25 GMT

Lucas films has contacted her and she just made one commissioned as a birthday preset for Carry Fisher.

Shaved Ice

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 17:29:36 GMT

Girly-girl guide to getting happy

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 22:18:14 GMT

2 hrs with my flamboyant gay hairdresser telling it like it is.
One chocolate croissant.
One copy of Cosmo with a hysterical article on how to please a man and then trick him into marrying you.
Three calls to good friends.
A slow stroll down Castro in the sunshine with fabulous hair, a warm drink, and an abundance of gorgeous men.
Happy again.

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 18:15:30 GMT

Somehow this incredibly woo-woo email is helping me get through today.

"Today is jammed packed with cosmic significance.
It is an ESPECIALLY Celestially Auspicious Occasion.
It is not only the Autumnal Equinox, but also the New
Harvest Moon, the Lunar Apogee -- the moon's closest
distance from Earth -- and an annular Solar Eclipse."

Book of the Day: Caves in Heaven

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 21:01:47 GMT

Afterlife: A guided tour of Heaven and its Wonders

Has now replaced "People who don't know that they are dead" as this weeks best.

Opened to: "There are people who are sent off into caves right after their death and in this way are segregated from people in the world of spirits. They are alternatively brought out and sent back in."
Errr. Why are they brought out and then back in again. To taunt them? What if they like the cave. What if they have no interest in being with all the people spirits. What if they just need a god damn break.

Strip Clubs

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 20:37:27 GMT

My best friend Hutch is in town. So we went out.
Last night I was in a poker tournament.
Then I went to my burger joint/neighborhood dating service.
Drunk dialed a few people, including my ex-stalker lesbian Irene. And someone who I (not so) fondly call, burger boy.
To his face.
Went to two strip clubs.
Got a lap dance from this very cute blond girl. And even, for a moment believed her adorable sob story about her ex-husband and "doing what you have to do to get by."
Made out with my best friend.
Went to see my guy at a bar (because I really needed one more drink at this point).
Decided to tell his friend my entire life story and what I feel about relationships (I guess. Dont remember).
Tried to sleep on the street (the sidewalk seemed nice and cool).
Then rambunctiously tried to get some (nothing sexier then a really drunk girl on top of you).
Then passed out.
And woke up saying FUCK.

Question: What is the one thing I regret?