i can buy an album on wednesday and yes, she remembers some secrets from way back when! “tina”
So many changes
from years down to clicks
what was once a staple
has changed once again
when you run into a friend
from over a decade ago
(DECADE)
and they are about to go away agian
this time it is to europe
on a tour
with their band
wow how lifes go in a different way
and some friendships always stay
‘glad i saw you today
and oh yeah, it was good seeing you too suzi…
in regard to part of the comment i got in the last entry… I have to say that i know the difference between realize and realise etc… and for the purposes of being universally non offensive , i have sometimes written words that havwe the z and s like this….Realize or realise.
alright now i am off. be even better.
i remember writing in my beloved diary four or five times a week. I remember when my time frame for writing was 24 hours a day not just 12 or 14….or 18 even. ( though the last two days i have been sick as a dog with “throw up thing”) anyhow i look forward to writing again more often but i gotta free up the line to make some phone calls.
y’all be good
Bethie
I would like to thank … uh… lemme think….
Well I’ll be optomistic, let me thank EVERYBODY for merely existing!
It’s a chore, I know.
Yesterday I went to visit the kids. On Wednesday, I knew it was too late to get on my usual bus so I was waiting till the next one (5:50 instead of 5:30) Well, I was running even later and had only 5 minutes to get to a bus stop that usually takes about 7 or 8 (and that is WHILE jogging) and all of a sudden my dad comes in to pick up the kids, and i told him I had to run and catch the bus and he offered to drive me home.
Then he asked me if I would like to have dinner with them. I said that i would considering it has been over a month since i have been there at all. The natural progression of course was that after dinner, i kept on with them, giving them their baths, settling disputes between them… the usual thing.
When i left, my dad and carole gave me all the leftovers from dinner to take home, and my father drove me home, and even came close to the front of the door. It was a good experience overall.
While on the subject of enemies of the JustAnotherBeth instution, I called Christopher and asked him to bring whatever he had at his apartment that was mine from when i moved into the hotel about 16 months ago (cause i have lived here for over a year now). He was very cool about it. He brought the stuff over THAT night. I think it was monday night. Not only that, BUT… he also brought me a whole bunch of hanger ( he knows that i really prefer to hang up everything, rather than fold. He had a lot more stuff than I thought he did. I knew he had my beads and hemp but i had not idea just how many beads I had. Now that i have them i know that “absence makes the heart grow fonder” as i found a lot of favorite clothes of mine. There were a couple of words said between us that were seemingly humerous… and then he called later the next day to say that he was profusely sorry that he had said ” your haircut looks like ***** “
cause we had this exchange where he said,
by the way, your haircut looks like shit
(me) and your music sucks
and on his way out as i closed the door i said “get the hell out of my house” and I had thought the entire thing was a dry sarcastic playfun thing, and then he calls to apologize or apologise for what he said WOH.. I didnt even know he meant it….
I still think his music sucks.
OH and one last thing ( cause i have a bunch of stuff online to do realllly fast)
TO THE READERS THAT REMEMBER I apologize or apologise for that mix up and will not be mispelling that word again. Sincerely,
there was a time a while back when i had asked what the “biggest” word y’all knew and “can you spell the longest word you know” Well, one of the things that happened is that someone gave me a word for IMMENSELY HUGE ( aka the biggest word she knew) WELL, I have been using it here and there in this diary since then and recently found ( with the help of ReallyRick ) that the way I have spelled it all this time was wrong. I had been saying brobdidnaggian, when the real word is Brobdignaggian.
Beth
* Thanks to scott ( the official husband of the official sidekick of the justanotherbeth sanitarium) for this Pic. You are DA MAN!
Dedicated to Chopper ken, the funniest silly joke teller I have ever met.
I have some entries that are long past due to be written. However, as I have said before sometimes i have to keep going forward and keep LIVING my life instead of stopping to write about it every ten minutes. I plan to have several things ready to put in here within the next few days… things about my kids, my dad and carole, ed, myself, my thoughts… when i am not taking *Fukitol… so hang in there, I promise there will be substance again… (echo echo echo)
Chopper Ken [11:19 A.M.]: Beth?
Beth [11:20 A.M.]: ken?
Chopper Ken [11:20 A.M.]: no, this is Luke
Beth [11:20 A.M.]: damn you are a smart cat
Chopper Ken [11:20 A.M.]: don’t tell Ken…he doesn’t know
Chopper Ken [11:21 A.M.]: I wrote a song about his, shall we say, lack of hair
Beth [11:21 A.M.]: we can keep it between us
Chopper Ken [11:21 A.M.]: “thanks..
Chopper Ken [11:21 A.M.]: “Ken ain’t got no follicles, E IE I O,
Beth [11:22 A.M.]: LMAO
Beth [11:22 A.M.]: well, you should hear some of the songs he makes up about you
Chopper Ken [11:22 A.M.]: Like what?
Beth [11:23 A.M.]: well I don’t know… if i tell you his then i have to tell him yours
Chopper Ken [11:24 A.M.]: hmm….okay, I’ll pass
Beth [11:24 A.M.]: thought you might wanna do that
Chopper Ken [11:25 A.M.]: btw…what do Ken and a hockey team have in common?
Beth [11:25 A.M.]: they are both knocked up?
Chopper Ken [11:26 A.M.]: hahaha..neither one of them uses balls
Beth [11:26 A.M.]: luke, that was just corny
Chopper Ken [11:26 A.M.]: 
Beth [11:27 A.M.]: lol
Beth [11:27 A.M.]: i would think at least once in a while he uses them…. uh….at least when you arent looking
Beth [11:28 A.M.]: what do ken and luke have in common
Chopper Ken [11:28 A.M.]: ???
Beth [11:28 A.M.]: he stroaks both of them repeatedly
Chopper Ken [11:29 A.M.]: ROFLMAO!!!!!
Chopper Ken [11:29 A.M.]: uh, how would you know?
Beth [11:29 A.M.]: i am physichs
Chopper Ken [11:29 A.M.]: yes, Ken has told me you’re the most psychic person he’s ever met….or did he say psycho?
Beth [11:31 A.M.]: well, there is a difference between psychics and physics
Chopper Ken [11:32 A.M.]: psychic is that you know he does it…physics is knowing HOW he does it..is that right?
Beth [11:32 A.M.]: yeah, he gets physical
Chopper Ken [11:33 A.M.]: with himself….
Chopper Ken [11:33 A.M.]: I think the other day, he got in a tickle fight with himself, and tried to makehimself say “I’m a bitch”
Beth [11:34 A.M.]: woh
Beth [11:34 A.M.]: and i thought I was the only one he did that to, he always wins our tickle fights and he is relentless, even though i am not a bitch I end up saying that I am
Chopper Ken [11:34 A.M.]: no…he tried it with me….only I’m not ticklish
Beth [11:34 A.M.]: so did he say it?
Chopper Ken [11:35 A.M.]: no…he held out, somehow
Beth [11:37 A.M.]: well, luke, it’s been great talking with you. I’ve got to do some stuff online. Ed told me that ken called , and so maybe later i can give ken a call back? after i get home from visiting the kids? around 6 or 7?
Chopper Ken [11:37 A.M.]: okay..I’ll tell Mr. Clean…uh, Ken
Beth [11:37 A.M.]: thanks
Beth [11:37 A.M.]: and remember… as far as he knows… we never had sex with each other
Chopper Ken [11:37 A.M.]: I won’t tell
Beth [11:37 A.M.]: or type… Be good
Chopper Ken [11:38 A.M.]: why start now?
Beth [11:38 A.M.]: i dunno… be furry. hasta la later
Chopper Ken [11:39 A.M.]: Later!
HERE is another new medication to go along with that HOZAC i was promoting for such a long time.
* The staff of the JustAnotherBeth diary would like to thank the official sidekick of the JustAnotherBeth literary institution, Shannon, for turning me on to this increadible new alternative to what i had been taking… ; lamictal, lexapro, wellbutrin, adderall, klonapin, and trazadone. I am sure this new attitude… I mean medication will be as or more effective than the rest combined. Thanks Shanney!
Today i am going to visit my friend dani that i have not seen i a long time
suzi and i got back in touch yesterday after about a 6 week haitus
last night i took the bus to jenns house to bring her cat food
the end
Yes Yes I know… every time I write an entry and i look up and see the date being the 4th I make a mental note… ” oh yeah i was born on the fourth… never mind the month… it’s the day that really matters in the grand sceme of life the universe and everything. after all, 4 is 4 and 2 is half of 4 so 42 means i know all the answers and a half…. uh yeah (oh geez…. there she goes)
I FINALLY got downtown and got my reduced rail ride and roll for retards bus pass .It cost only 15 dollars for the month as opposed to a 2.50 day pass each time.
Fact: I take the bus almost every day
Fact: one is not allowed on the bus without ones pass
Fact: NOW I DONT HAVE TO THINK ABOUT COMING UP WITH 2.50 every day!!!
The evidence has spoken for itself mr prosecutor.
I was organizing clutter this morning ( yes… i just wrote that i was organizing clutter… )(dumbfuck) and i found one of my journals from 2001 ( ya know… the ones that i write by hand ( people still write by hand?). I opened it up to a random page and I saw a poem that decribes a lot of what i have been feeling lately.
And I hereby declaire that this here Crappy poetry was written on December the twenty eighth in the year of two thousand and one (or if you prefer the hebrew translation: the year of five thousand seven hundred and sixty one…. it’s all the same to me though. a day is a day right? humans invented keeping score… i mean time (at least that is what i was taught so who knows?. In anycase, without further and further and further adooooooo.
Decks of cards that never win Buying “content” I want to live, love, learn its futile to try and when i sing
Confusion
Misuse of illusion
What is never
that they seem to be real
to give to feel
to beg to brag
to cut and deal
one more time to just begin
tiptoes quiet
passions diet
cant deny it
I cant wait to never try it
when one can’t feel
again it’s time
to forget the rhyme
Now, On to real
What we want and need versus
what we can ever get
people learn how
not to concern themselves
with all the very best
it’s not a test
to be the peak
my totality
all in one
it can begin and end
will I live to learn or win?
And what regrets left when i go
only those refused to show
and not be me
Surrender is real
Giving up is the deal
And each inside
we need and long
to sing our own
sweet quiet song
that song to me
i get to see
what makes me FREE.
To be who I am
no more no less
accepting my me
and letting it be.