thank you to everyone who spent their hard-earned brain cells on being funny monday night. brian d. was kind enough to videotape the spectacle, and (surprisingly enough) i even enjoyed watching it sober.
benny, we miss you already.
don't believe everything you hear on fox news.
the frenchies are doing what they do best: protesting.
the american media is doing what it does best: exagerating.
france is not experiencing a civil war. yes, parisiens are crazy and violent, but that's to be expected. lille is quiet, except for the screaming dirty french hippies, but they're harmless.
ne t'inquiètes pas. ça va bien.
write to your dear friend julee and tell her (a)what you ate for lunch yesterday, (b)what bitch you fucked this weekend, (c)who's playing at the moon this week.
::: or you could just say hey. i miss people.
Ode to Jenny Moore, our mother. by jade and julee
One day long ago lying on diamond sands
I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful seagull flying across the horizon
Having seen many seagulls in my life I excepted it was but an ordinary seagull
It soared through the air caressing the very wind that brought it
As I watched this seagull, I noticed that it was in fact not an ordinary seagull
For it had a broken wing
yet the seagull persisted onward
finding light in the emerald sea which guided it along
My entire life I yearned for something as wonderful as the sea was to that seagull
to light my way in the dark corners of life
In you I have found all the faith, hope, light and love I could ever dream of.
My love for you is greater than all the waters of the earth
And there is nothing more I look forward to in life than hand in hand
watching our daughter blossom into a beautiful woman
You are the love of my life , the possessor of my heart
and will always be the light that brings me home.
(we would also like you to know that we searched all of internet-land to find a poem worthy of your awesome-ness. this is what we found. we love you.)