Gus Greeper » i write poems

Corinna Carlson — Fri, 07 Jul 2006 22:03:56 +0000

[b]things I hate for real[/b]

products with unclear recycling information

my prescription sun glasses

Christmas in July

Christmas in December

snakes

Tamara Taggart

running for the bus

taking the Bus

everyone but me being a moron on the bus

people touching me on the bus

bus drivers who can’t drive [99.999999999999999999999% of them]

ingrown toe nails

cilantro

coriander

sea food

smelly vag

Kim Bauer

ass rash

Creed

when the smell of dog shit wafts up into my apartment

the way my feet smell when i take off nylons because I have to smell them no matter what

skunks going off on my street

war, famine etc.

Superman

not being computer good

Nickelback

stupid people

that cunt

the smell of napalm in the morning

Gus kicking her dried pooh around like a toy

Gus barfing on the bed

Nick Lachey

dishes

Oprah

World Cup Soccer

stuff

if only she’d sleep while we’re sewing!!!!

Corinna Carlson — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 12:15:42 +0000

my fingers are freakin’ RAW from sewing. they hurt. feel sorry for me. adam has callused hands because he’s a big tough sexy steel framer, it isn’t fair! last night i poked one of my fingers so deep i thought the needle was going to hit the back side of my finger nail.

this morning though i awoke to a comment from aughra saying she’d bought me a present off my wish list, see it there on your right. and although it doesn’t give me any more sewing co-ordination i felt super special! thanks aughra! i promise your monkey will not have any blood on it, cat saliva on the other hand, i can’t promise anything.

anything that reminds me of high school can send me off on CRAZY rants

Corinna Carlson — Wed, 09 Nov 2005 16:21:40 +0000

if you are reading this then my internet has finally come back on line

not in a good mood right now. i have had no internet since early yesterday afternoon. it makes me feel naked. im also looking for work right now and really need to do research.
i’ve got house work to do, books to read. but i can’t be bothered i’m just grumpy. i have so much on my mind that i couldn’t even relax for one fucking hour and enjoy my pilates class last night. instead i fell all over the place and made a legitimate ass of myself. maybe i should go five pin bowling to make myself feel better.

i feel like i can’t write right now but i have so much to say, it has all bottled itself up and is giving me a ridiculous headache. there are words floating around up in my head that if given the chance could probably write five or six good worth reading posts right now but they won’t come out.

right now im preoccupied with beyond lame annoyance because last time i was offline for more than a day i was unlinked somewhere (i did contact the blogger to enquire, but i would not bother doing it again were i to notice it somewhere else). this just SCREAMED high school to me. i was sick and adam was sick and i have like five full folders of blogs i try to read so fuck me for being sick and taking a few days off. my stats do not work the way the ones that you can sign up for with any free blog. i pay for this site, my stats actually protect the privacy of the reader and if you ‘haven’t been by in few days’ i likely wouldn’t know, unless of course you are a regular commenter but i likely wouldn’t care (too much). people have lives and shit to do. OBVIOUSLY if i have linked you i am dedicated to your blog, does that mean i have time to read it every day? FUCK NO. there are lots of people out there that i want to read my blog every day, do they? FUCK NO. but i am very thankful for every single one of my readers whether they read me once a month, once a week or the preferred once a day, and i also appreciate them ALL whether they comment or not.

one of my closest girlfriends hardly ever knows what the fuck i’m talking about when i talk about my blog or what i have been writing about, it just doesn’t seem to be her thing and it totally annoys the fuck out of me, but guess what? there are things i do that annoy her to no end. so if some of my closest friends don’t read my blog every day how can i, or anyone for that matter expect complete strangers to? (until you become blogger buddies of course). i DID NOT start this site so i could allow myself to get wrapped up in the childish side of linking and commenting (but here i am writing about it) if anything considering my experiences with high school i plan to avoid all of that shit like the plague. i started this site because i have experienced a lot of really interesting yet fucked up things in my 28 years and have had some experiences that i want to write about not to whine or relive but just to help even if it is just one person whose kid is being bullied in school and may have gone through what i did or worse in school (for example). i don’t want ‘credit’ i want people to know that even though all of this shit happened i’m still here. it is only my insecurities and fear that have prevented me from starting to write my ‘stories’. but i also wanted to build a reader base first and the pettiness of linking or not linking and commenting or not commenting is just not my idea of fun. my all or nothing thinking is telling me to just remove ALL of my links. it is becoming very clear why some bloggers don’t link anyone. but i think i will just keep doing MY thing, like i have since day one and if you like what i have to say or even if you don’t but still come back, THANK YOU, i may not know who you are but i get the numbers!

i have beautiful bruises on my legs

Corinna Carlson — Tue, 01 Nov 2005 14:11:02 +0000

falling back sucks, the days feel so long and they are dark like the darkness of black holes that are big and dark and i fall a lot anyway.

maybe because godzilla is inside all of us

Corinna Carlson — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 11:46:11 +0000

temper you hurl your weight around inside me and i fall back into you. i hate you and i throw things/you make me so angry and i want to be in high places and scream and throw more things. fighting you a full time job.
i tame you with every breath but you still live in waiting. you wake me up some mornings. it is fun to drug you.
you donï¿½t smash and break like you used to: now you erupt with boiling blood from inside and lash out with spits of poison. the snake/ the animal you fear the most does live inside you and your eyes burn.
i lie in my bed with what i have done i burned a hole in my wrist to prove it.
keeping you in your cage is torture and when you explode inside me i feel alive, unsafe and i pay.

truth hurts doesnï¿½t it

Corinna Carlson — Mon, 08 Aug 2005 19:54:07 +0000

i can speak i can listen

i can hear i can feel
and i hurt
i can be mean crueller unrelenting and mad
and i hurt
i heard it all, saw too much

i speak i hear i listen i scream
i hurt i hate i am
i can write words that burn
i mean it all i feel it
i can resent you
i do
i am forced to know you
attention(?)

you lie, liar(s)

you waste your eyes
narcissists are immune to the splatter
obviously numb
my tongue snaked out with venom
youï¿½d miss it

i hurt
iï¿½ll let it go when i am (fucking) ready

you lose.you missed it all.

brought to you by a bad bad kitty

Corinna Carlson — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 11:27:08 +0000

i made a video.

DISCLAIMER: i turned a button on the camera; i pressed another button and discovered i was recording.
i do not make videos or movies in real life. although i think maybe i should.
if this video should launch me into super blogger stardom i promise i will not become an asshole and will stay the awesomerad jerkette some of you jerks are growing to love.

if i don’t win the oscar for best short i’ll be pissed.

ENJOY.

Brambus Lays an Egg