PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

the good stuff

Monday, Jul. 22, 2002
I love Monday nights. It’s Tae Kwon Doe night and I can drink a latte and call it dinner. I can run around the house naked and scream Paul lyrics to the high heavens. I can put on porn and take notes. I can throw a ball against the wall and not entice “Bucky” to think it’s ok. I can stack my books up and jump over ‘em like Johnny with the candlestick.

So what did I DO? I talked to Mad for awhile. And updated my cast page. I did have a latte’ for dinner. And lo and behold, they spelled my name right on the damn cup. The Starbucks here they write your name on the cup and they always butcher my name. Why bother to ask me for my name so you can insult your own intelligence by misspelling it every time. This girl got it right. I have rinsed out that cup and decided to keep it. Put some change in it and just keep it forever. Because most likely it will never happen.

I keep thinking I could or should be in the bathtub with Anthony Robbins. I really intend to read that book. It can’t get the best of me. It can’t! It just can’t.

Instead I have the country station on and I’m listening to the day’s top ten. Where did this newfound love for country come from? Hmmm lol Kelli Coffey ‘When you lie next to me” is the prettiest song ever. It gives me chills. I gotta learn to sing this song and go sing it next Sunday afternoon for “him”. Hmm… Let me practice….(I’m singing right now “life is so sweet when you lie next to meeeee” “my heart is yours, but every part of me still wants to give you more, more time to love, cause you never know when life will leave us….I want to take in all the beauty here, le the world around us just disappear….when you lie next to me breathing the air I breath we don’t have to speak and just be, our loves a precious thing…”

I scored two new used books today.

Girlfriend in a Coma – Douglas Copeland $5.95 (with a cover that I’ve never seen)
The tribes of palos verdes – Joy Nicholson- $6.50

Copeland cheaper than Nicholson…..someone fucked up.

Ok so last night during my chat with T…the hairdryer story surfaced….

Me: he sent me a book for christmas
Me: mr unromantic himself
Me: "How to write a damn fine novel"
T: LOL
Me: I never read it
T: I would have chosen a book of poems or sonnets ...
T: something like that..
Me: wanna hear something really sad?
T: what is sad
Me: no one....and i mean no one's ever bought me a poetry book
Me: ever
T: that is terrible
Me: *shrugs*
Me: its beyond me
Me: I can't even comprehend it
T: whens your B-day?
Me: not soon
T: LOL
Me: well its not
Me: and besides that's not the point
Me: my point is how the hell can anyone know me and not ever think to do that?
T: That I can not understand myself
Me: go figure
Me: its the story of my life
Me: I do such nice things for people
Me: and I don't do them to get something in return
Me: it's just
Me: ok
Me: let me tell you a story
T: shoot
Me: on Valentines Day one year
Me: I get this box.....all wrapped up really pretty
Me: on the pillow next to me
Me: I'm all like "wow ...maybe...hey...this could be..."
Me: so I open it
Me: and
Me: *drum roll*
Me: it was a
Me: HAIRDRYER
T: WHAT?
Me: it was a Hairdryer
T: it was a joke right
Me: you read me right
Me: nope
Me: no joke Me: a real intended gift
Me: a hairdryer
T: for valentines?
Me: yes
T: that is the day you do the Cheesiest of stuff
Me: right
Me: I got a hairdryer
T: The Kraft Cheese and Macaroni stuff
Me: i sat in bed and just cried
T: that is F****d up
Me: I never ever not even once have used THAT hairdryer
Me: not EVER
T: =(
Me: my dad tried to console me by saying "maybe he thinks you have pretty hair"
T: nope...
Me: I said, "maybe he needs a hairdryer shoved up his A**"
T: LOL
T: on or off?
Me: lol
Me: for awhile I thought i just wanted too much
Me: that it was unrealistic
Me: to want someone to be a certain way
Me: but a HAIRDRYER?
Me: c'mon
Me: no card
Me: no note
Me: no nothing else
Me: just a hairdryer
T: I would have gotten nothing at all before I got that...
T: or even better yet...
T: whats a hair dryer cost 10-15 bucks...
Me: yeah
T: take that go to the craft shop...
Me: know what?
T: what
Me: I'd be so happy with a red construction paper heart with globs of school paste and a scribbled note
Me: its not a money thing at all
T: Exactly!
T: I am good with paste
Me: teehee
Me: too bad you don't like me like the red construction paper heart kinda way
T: I don't have any red construction paper here

Tonight I found this in my email…

T (your thoughtful pal) just bought a few things at Amazon.com and is using our Share the Love program to pass along an additional 10% discount to you.

Plus, each item you buy may earn T credit toward future Amazon.com purchases. So you save money, Tsaves money--gee, ain't love grand? (But hurry, this offer expires on July 29, 2002.)

I went and looked at what was purchased on my list because I just can’t believe he did this. And guess what…. it looks like he bought me a poetry book…

No ones ever…. This was on my

He reminds me of something I wrote way back in the day…. about someone….

Not because he bought me a gift, but because he thought of doing it. Because he’s so macaroni cheesy and it’s so sweet like candy it brought tears to my eyes. This is the good stuff..

-PoeticaL

The Good Stuff

Well, me and my lady had our first big fight
So I drove around 'till I saw the neon lights
Of a corner bar, It just seemed right, So I pulled up
Not a soul around but the old barkeep
Down at the end and loooking half asleep
But he walked up and said what'll it be?
I said the good stuff
He didn't reach around for the whiskey
He didn't pour me a beer
His blue eyes kinda went misty
He said you can't find that here
'Cause it's the first long kiss on a second date
Momma's all worried when you get home late
And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate 'cause
your hands are shakin' so much
And it's the way that she looks with the rice in her hair
Eatin' burnt supper the whole first year
And askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up
Yeah man, that's the good stuff

He grabbed a carton of milk and he poured a glass
And I smiled and said I'll have some of that
We sat there and talked as an hour passed like old friends
Saw a black and white picture and he caught my stare
It was a pretty girl with mufont hair
He said that's my Bonnie, taken about a year after we wed
He said I spent five years in the bottle when the
cancer took her from me
But I've been sober three years now
'Cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey
Was the sight of her holdin' my baby girl
The way she adored that string of pearls
I gave her the day that our youngest boy Earl married
his high school love
It's a new t-shirt sayin' I'm a grandpa
Bein' right there as our time got small
And holdin' her hand when The Good Lord called her up
Yeah man, that's the good stuff

He said when you get home she'll start to cry
When she says I'm sorry, say so am I
And look into those eyes so deep in love
And drink it up
'Cause that's the good stuff
That's the good stuff

kenny chesney
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