Oddly Enough, The Egg Is Cracked

There are 5 locations in my house where pans are located. The cabinet under the sink, the cabinet near the sink, the other cabinet near the sink, the cabinet underneath the butcher block and the pantry. Those are only the known locations. Just think where the unkown locations are. I'm pretty sure it's the same place where those lost socks from the dryer go. Maybe that's where my egg poacher is too. But I wouldn't know, because I CAN'T FIND IT!

Are poached eggs too much to ask for? I didn't think so.

Have a wonderful day rearranging your kitchenware. I know I will.

Hi, my name is Marissa & I'm a Mario Kart addict

I don't know what it is about it, but I LOVE it. My hands are aching and my palms are sweaty and I'm on the verge of developing Carpel Tunnel disease, but I don't care. This game is the shit!

Life Is Funny

I'm going nuts. I think. I'm not sure.

Don't look at me. I'm uncomfortable in my own skin. I'm uncomfortable with this life.

I'm angry and confused and anxious and a little sad, too. Also I'm curious, unsure and I feel like ripping my heart out and throwing it on the floor.

My tummy doesn't have butterflies, it has seagulls. My heart is pounding to the tune of "Come On Feel The Noise." And my knees haven't turned to jelly, they've gone to the next stage of fermentation and have turned to raspberry-flavored water, red color #40.

My hands are fidgety and I can't sit still. I need to be keeping busy at all times and I sleep until noon. My dreams are of Jerry Seinfeld in a mall and another terrorist attack that raises our country to another color of the rainbow. Red. Not # 40, just red. (If we make it to red, I will make brown.)

I've been chain smoking. I'm not even a smoker. I don't know if finishing one pack a month qualifies me as a smoker, but gosh darn it, I'm not.

*She Sighs*

Life is Funny.

Sand In My Toes

The art of love is a tricky one. It's sneaky and devious. It leaves your hair tousled and your soul undone. You don't know if you should laugh or cry, because you could quite possibly do either or both at any given time.

Your time is consumed by meaningless thoughts of walking along the beach with moonlight drenching your path or of snuggling up to some low-rent movie like "Uptown Girls" with Brittany Murphy, just because it's a chance to snuggle.

Sleeping is a challenge also. You think of the person there next to you and when you wake up alone, you could cry.

But I don't. Because I still have those thoughts of walking on the beach to keep me warm, although right now, I am quite chilly.

10 Cents for The Jimmy Fund

With my mood all over the place and my impending trip to Disney World, sleep hasn't visited me in a while. Sure I sleep here and there but never peacefully without interruptions (i.e. telephones, giant loud whistles...)

Thank God my lack of sleep didn't keep me from giving my best perfomance the other night in the Cirque De Soliel, right Sean? All we could use now is a trapeez and we'll be all set. Not like we need that or anything.

Harry Potter is a good man. He also has an uncanny resemblence to Anne Robinson - think The Weakest Link, Goodbye.

As for Lord of the Rings, though I didn't see much of it, all I can say is 3 hours and forty-five minutes is absurd. Absolutely absurd. They should give you free food and a porta potty with your purchase of a ticket just so you can make it through the first half. I'm an antsy person, movies of this nature aren't good for me. I pee my pants at the drop of a dime and if someone misses the can for the Jimmy Fund I'm outta luck.

Don't Look At Me

I have not slept in 38 hours.

The time drags on as if standing still.

My ability to love is dwindling with each splash into the tested waters.

My ability to hate and despise is growing, like a huge erection.

I feel as if I'm wandering through my life as if it were a dark hallway. I no longer see or feel what I am experiencing, if anything.

My process of growth feels stumped at some points, like grass that's buried underneath snow in the winter.

My days are filled with silence, as are my nights and I'm lonely.

Lonely for what? I don't know anymore.

Maybe I never did.

Wish me sleep.

I Laugh in the Face of Hunger- MWAHAHAHA

The drunken madness was uneventful. I had to keep myself from walking into walls I knew I was going to walk into anyway, but after a few bumps on the head and drunken giggles, it didn't faze me. The coffee I drank at 6:00p.m. last night was supposed to ensure my staying awake for the "dropping of Dick Clark's balls." (Anyone who watched New Year Rockin Eve knows what I'm talking about.) The caffeine worked, though perhaps a little too well. No sleep. No Sandman. Not even a titter.

I played Mario Kart(tm) until 3-ish, when I was interrupted by a ringing cell phone (DO NOT GET ME STARTED WITH THAT.) Then I tickled my best friend until we were offically rendered "uncomfortable" with all of the unnecessary touching. (We hate things like that.) I retreated back to my room and laid restlessly by the glow of the television. "Roseanne" is kind of hard to fall asleep to. Her voice isn't exactly lulling.

Hunger struck around 5:00am, but alas, Full House was on and it was just too damn good to leave the room. So I stayed, hungry and frustrated until 11:00a.m., when the rest of the house awoke. My first words?

"I want pancakes."

So we venture out. IHOP should be "International House of Patience," since that's what you need for an hour of waiting for the actual pancakes.

So we go to Denny's. No one actually likes it there, but it's ALWAYS open. They may have slightly decent pancakes (cold and doughy-Mr. Subliminal.) And the parking lot itself was a nightmare. In the words of my brother, the driver, "Fuck that."

It's all about Price Chopper, baby. We'll make our own. We're humans. We can fend for ourselves in the face of danger. Or in this case, the face of hunger.

Have a lovely day.