Mr. Mika Moodle

Dear Mika,
I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak, I lose all control. Then somethin' takes over me in a daze, your love's so amazing. It's not a phase. I want you to stay with me, by my side. I swallow my pride. Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off of my feet. Can't explain why your lovin' makes me weak.

Consider this the first proposal. I'm hilarious and you are crazy sexy cool. Let's get hitched.

Love,
Doodle

I want to fast forward my life

I want to zoom ahead past this hurdle.

I want the money-flow to feel less tainted.

I want to hop out of bed with pep not droop in my step.

I want to hone in on voiceover potential.

I want to say goodbye to paying interest on purchases long forgotten.

I want Corporation Corporate to KISS MY TALENTED ASS!

I want to take pride in my crispy red skin achieved after a week in the sun.

I want to listen to music outdoors sans walls sans limitations sans burden.

I want to hear my voice on an mp3.

I want to sing for Scar and be taken seriously.

I want to feel elated when someone takes my hand unexpectedly (and I'd like him to be hot).

I want to fast forward my life.

Get me out of now.

One Year Blog-iversary- Post 1

One year ago, I decided it would be a good idea to create a blog. I don’t really remember why exactly. I know that I was really enjoying Macoosh’s blog. I know that I wanted to commit to writing a lot more. But I think all of that was secondary to just thinking it was a cute idea. Woodle.

Okay, I thought that reviewing my early posts would inspire me, but IT DIDN’T. So, I found inspiration elsewhere. In my LABELS. Many many many of them have only been mentioned once. So, I am going to CHANGE THAT RIGHT NOW.

Once up a time:
I USED ALL CAPS
WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE MY AUNTIE SASH!!
Though, she’s never been to brunch with us, nor had the opportunity to see one of our cabarets, she knows that both are as dear to me as Christmas (in Oregon with her). I’m in a little play called Cloud 9. My nsbf Cricket will be attending it on or around his upcoming birthday on Friday the 27th. My dear friend Darladiva reviewed it over on her site…check it.

Hang on one second, I need to write a letter. Brb. Here’s the letter I wrote:

Dear Doodle’s Diary,

I am writing to let you know that while your frequent mention of dead babies is funny, it is also quite…hilarious. Occasionally, dd, the mention of dead babies makes me REALLY EXCITED, SO EXCITED THAT IT FEELS LIKE IT’S FRIDAY AND I’M ON CRACK, but I’m not. I’m not on crack. Does smack count as crack? DD, I wanted to let you know that I am going to follow the advice of the ever-so-wise Darladiva and begin to gently search for my new beau. She’s a great life coach, dd, I highly recommend her. When I think of how much she’s helped me, I can’t help but sing,

“Every man has his own special dream, and your dreams' just about to come true.
Life's not as bad as it may seem if you
open your eyes to what's in front of you.”

That’s all for now, dd, I must go. Someone in a powder blue jumpsuit just walked by and I must go and arrest them.

Ttfn DD,
Doodle

Okay, glad that letter is finished; now I can continue with this post (in the next post)...

Let's bring on the men, a post about relationships...ew

I had a dream about getting back together with let’s call him “Bart” last night. It was such a short and crappy relationship (4 months) I don’t know why I fantasize (in dreams or otherwise) about what it would be like to get back with him. Perhaps it’s because it ended abruptly and was out of my control. Aha, I think that’s it exactly. I want to get the control back and I don’t have the means to do so. Even if it is to get the control and then finish the relationship on my terms. Hmmm. I’d prefer not to call it a relationship, but then that puts my grand total for life at 3 long term relationships. 3 men who have been on the receiving end of “I love you” from my lips. I can’t help wondering what the right guy (forever or for right now) is supposed to be. These three fellows were all so different; it’s hard to even pinpoint anything that connects them except for me. There was something inherently sweet about each of them that gradually went away completely. What does that mean? I turn sweet guys into jerks, by telling them I love them? Great. Might as well be a black widow. At least she gets a nice meal. What’ve I got to show for this? Well, I have a rambling post on my blog to show for it. That’s neat. So, since we like polling people and quizzing them and forcing them to flesh out our blogs with words of their own…I ASK OF YOU: what attributes are most important to be the next companion to Doodle? I’ll get us started:
-Get’s my sense of humor and laughs, often
-Knows how to carry a martini “across a crowded room”
-Only uses “ya’ll” if referenced in a knock knock joke, ie.