Something She Tweeted

I Want To Date This Music: AWOLNATION

2011-08-16T20:33:00.000-07:00

I won some tickets from @FOXHancock. To a group I'd never heard of. Then I heard them. And this is just me...playing around...with what happened.

I want to date this music. Love this sound. Want to make babies with this voice. Fuck the notes all night long. Hard like rocks. Hard like reasons not to let go. Hard like teeth and diamonds and heads banging against hotel headboards. Fuck these notes. All night long. Soft like country fair taffy. Tilt-A-Whirling somewhere around the eighth chew. And we both look up. See it between the lights and the stars. Slow like the first of all first kisses. The one you can't remember. Thought about so many times it became a mirage. When you became a grown up. Say forever and mean it. Say it once. Say it to them. Hold it on your tongue. Taste the days I won't give back. And the tomorrows that taste like raspberry jam. Spread it thin. Melt into me. Say it again. Say it so they hear it. Say it till I mean it. Say it till it doesn't make sense anymore. And then go one step further. Invent a new word for this love. This music. This sound. These notes. Those boys. Who made this happen.

Bass. And then nothing. Bass. And then nothing. Drip the silence on my forehead. Hot coffee on my tongue. One moment together. The next want to break apart. That one moment where I hate and love you simultaneously. Unconsciously. Extraordinarily. One way or the other. With the kind of abandon reserved for fairy tales.

The moment you ruined me with your love. And the moment you ruined me with your love.

This moment. This music. This piece of time. This piece of life. Feel how it sounds like laughter. And there's nothing sweeter.

Sail. AWOLNATION. http://youtu.be/PPtSKimbjOU

little girl lost.

2011-06-11T15:28:00.000-07:00

little girl lost. No capitals. No shouting from rooftops. This is weeping in corners type lost. Just let us in type lost. Broken with no reason type lost. Why has it come back type lost.

little girl crying. No capitals. No solace in windowsills. These are hold on or I might lose you type tears. These are wonder if we’re broken again type tears. Is it raining? no, I’m just standing above you type tears.

little girl me. Wasn’t enough time. It’s coming back. Like it’s a thing that can come back. Like it’s in my chest. Like a web or a hand or a cyclone. Not enough time. I was going to make up for it all. 16 years to make up for. Was going to ...going to. Not yet. Not ready. little girl foot stomp. I haven’t had enough time. Taken enough breaths. Cared about enough things. Held enough people. Rolled around in enough cotton candy. Not ready for it to be over. Not ready to be broken again. Not ready for it to be like it was.

Short Term Butter Memory

2011-06-11T15:22:00.000-07:00

Sit shoulder to shoulder, on the same side of the table

And we laugh about “personal space” and parameters

And the closeness making me uncomfortable, which it does,

“intimacy issues” and it’s funny because it's true.

Catch up on lives gone dizzy over nothing

Happiness in the way she says calm and nothing new.

Move water glasses out of the way of excited hands.

Hands, that tell stories swallowed whole by smiles

And friendship that makes them worth telling

Share lemons like memories, explain just exactly why
I have a thing for men in uniform. All uniforms?

Hockey players wear uniforms...

Yes. All uniforms. Anything that signifies aggression.

And somewhere along the way I spill it, the verge of

Breakdown like melted butter hot enough to no longer

Remember what it was like to be solid, I am melting.

I am melting. Breaking. Broken. Here. Now. Well not right now.

Earlier today. Yesterday. And the day before. But not now.

Not now in the smoke and mirrors, smokey brown around

Grey eyes and pink gloss around bunny teeth, smile like life

Depends on it. And not so far off to believe that it does.

Lines checker forearms like teenage love poems and broken

Bottles and a text from Dad reads: It`s late I am up watching

A scary movie. Are you ok. Home soon?

16 years too many, to be broken. A year and a half,

Not nearly enough time being okay. Fuck.

Don’t take it away yet. Not yet.

Save The Changes To Document1: A Love Poem

2011-06-07T03:15:00.000-07:00

Dance across paper my two left ellipses

Put footnotes in my mouth, step in onomatopoeia

Shhhhould’ve known better than to trust

Politically Correct gadgetry when I can simply

Ctrl + Alt + Delete you. Asks me to join a public

Network, like I’d ever be stupid enough to fall

For a cult. For privacy invasion. For a reason

To drink coffee and type letters faster than I can

Say them. A conversation in code, arrest me and drag

me off in brackets, shackled, Caps lock down my dignity.

Just want to put some between us. Run

away like children and debutantes and delinquents who

never pay their tab. Roll around in numbers while you get

Qwerty with all the girls and make me feel < (less than)

Unless I shift away, yes shift away, shift F7 find another

Way to say I won’t stay here waiting for your program

To finish running. Esc. Esc. Esc. Double click my own

Mouse don’t need you anymore. Ctrl + Alt + Delete

Think I should sue you. Ctrl + Alt + Delete For the % of time

That you came @ me. A $ amount for the !!!!!!!!! and the *

That will follow me ????? They’ll ask. And the # of reasons

I’ll give will have everything to do with you + nothing to do

with me. Turn up the volume on the world’s smallest violin

Sounds like a story to me you say. Click click click space bar

*type writer gesture slide right to left*

I May Have Unfollowed You Because....

2011-06-06T12:21:00.000-07:00

I find myself stuck. On Twitter. With a newsfeed that drives me nuts. Now don't get me wrong...some of it is AMAZING. Friggin' brilliant. Otherwise there'd be no point. But there's a small section of people. Who I follow. Who really should be unfollowed. Because they're strangers. Because they may not even read my blog (a big reason of why I don't unfollow is I don't want to lose blog readers). Because (most importantly) they tweet things that drive me fucking insane. And so that's why I've created this post. To offer some reasons why I might have unfollowed you. Just in case you're curious. Because sometimes I am (when the person unfollowing me isn't just a business spammer). Another reason I decided to structure this article as I'm doing is because while I expect to post some "How-To"s about the Twitterverse, eventually, a lot of these reasons are "personal choice" and well...I didn't want to be too preachy or appear controlling. What you do is your business. And whether or not I follow is mine. So here we go:

1. This one usually prevents me from following in the first place but you never know when someone slips through and/or there's a decline in interest. But basically. If you're boring. If you're an idiot. If you say ridiculous things that irritate me. If you post a ton and it's (see above: "boring" "idiot[ic]"). Unfollow

2. You make fat jokes. And I know what you're going to say. Lighten up. But they're funny. But honestly to me they're not. Every time someone makes a fat joke, it's like someone threw a tiny rock against my glass window. No it didn't break. No the window doesn't think less of itself (mostly) (huh? window's can think!?!). But it did feel that sharp little prick. And it now no longer likes you. Or at the very least can't, in good conscience, keep following you. I've let it slide once or twice before. One joke and I promise if they tweet more I'll unfollow. But the truth of the matter is. There are a billion funny people in the world. And losing one to save on some aggravation...no big deal. And so sometimes, one joke is all it takes. Unfollow

3. You tweet about bathroom things. When people ask me about my humor, I usually describe it as dry, sarcastic, response (comeback) type humor...and then I always say, But I HATE bathroom humor (poo, pee, shit, etc.) not to be confused with sex humor (balls, that's what she said, etc.). So you can imagine I want to hear even less about your bathroom shit when you're not being funny. When you're just saying poop as part of daily conversation. Unfollow

4. High volume tweeting can really go either way. On the one hand if I find you funny, you tweet interesting things, and/or you tweet when I'm asleep (lol), then it's all good. However, if you're already borderline on my interest radar and suddenly you start storm tweeting things that aren't relevant to me, aren't funny, aren't interesting. Well. Unfollow

5. If you don't engage. Now there are always loopholes. I follow the occasional celebrity and understand completely if I tweet them and they don't respond. Though I'll like them more if they did. But if you have less than 10,000 followers and what I say to you is interesting/funny/requires a response...I'm kind of expecting one. And if it happens a few times I might just have to Unfollow. I say might because well...if you're interesting enough to me...I might just stop engaging but still follow. It really depends.

6. If we're speaking a different language. If you do engage but it's like we're both taking part in different conversations and I begin to wonder if you're actually literate. Like if I ask a question about differentiating between two things and instead of answering the question you make some sort of qualitative comment about the products. This is not helpful. What conversation are you having? That is not what I asked. Now obvs how many opportunities this might occur is directly proportional to how much I like following you. If I like following a lot...I'd give this numerous NUMEROUS chances before cutting the thread, if ever. But if you were already borderline. Well. Unfollow.

7. If you #FF in lists [future post coming on this specific topic & #8 & #9]

8. A much greater offence than #7, is if you Retweet the #FF list that included you to all your followers

9. Equally as irritating, is if you Thank your #FF recommender, by saying a simple Thanks such and such and then proceed to include @Mentioning all the other #FF recommends that were in the list with you. Uh...you know they don't care right?!?! (but like I said more on this later)

Okay well that's it for now...but I reserve the right to come back and add more as I please (or as I am displeased, really) and I'll publish it with a new date if/when that happens

Also. While I had always wanted to write a post about reason I unfollow on Twitter, it was really this post by Candice that inspired it with her post about 10 Reasons Why She Won't Follow you on Twitter. I've tried to avoid any overlap so make sure you check out her list (as those are valid reasons too, and funny ;)

But ya know. I'm still fun on Twitter. I think. Mostly. Twitter: Follow @SSDated

Hot Showers: A Love Poem

2011-05-21T14:25:00.001-07:00

Steps in like he owns the place. Already late

For soccer games and gymnastic meets.

Dreams we had 20 years ago about Sundays

Lazy with newspapers and kitchen floor sex.

He reaches around, I expect a cupped breast

A nipple pinch, shoulder kisses like butterflies

That once lived fast and loose in my stomach.

“Pass the soap” he says and my chest heaves

Bouncy castles after kids parties, I am deflated.

Shampooing out my youth, soap me up and away

Conditioning in my patience, wait one day shy

Of forever.

Stand under the water, hot like newlyweds

Hot like expectations, hot like days in the summer

When we were kids and his eyes were always on me.

And then he turns around. And says it.

“Mother of my children. Protector of my heart.

Hold you close and dear in every moment.

I cannot live without you. Need you in every

Second. This life we’ve made together is everything

Will be everything. You are. My everything.”

Or something like that. At least that’s what I hear

When he pulls me in at the waist. Kisses me hard.

And says “do you think we have time” And for him.

For us. Always. This is what we signed up for.

Hot showers and soccer practice.

Batman: A Love Poem

2011-05-21T14:02:00.001-07:00

Last night I fell in love with batman

At a party on the roof. Invite only.

Made me come with a sign,

Dazzled me with Gadgets and good intentions.

Held me in his cape, careful like eggshells

Shrouded in mystery, elated in science

Cape crusaded me all night long.

And He was way better than that Sherlock guy

The one I had last Tuesday.

The one that kept calling out for some dude

And I don’t swing like that.

But Batman. Gravel in his throat

Like real man deep voice aggressive type

Like safety in his arms for this one moment type

Like protect me from the world type

Like take me to your cave & I’ll tell no one type

Was special. Is special. Extra. Special.

But he’ll never be more than a moment

Knight in black shining leather, swooped down

Swooped in. He swooped me. In the palm

Of his hand. I am swooped.

Fell in love with Batman, last night on a roof.