Stumbling Toward Oz

Where’s the Wizard when U need him?

Repeat song of the week

~13

Daddy, what’d you leave behind for me?

Friday Night quickie

I had a really good day today-nothing out of the ordinary, but I took the time to do some things I’ve wanted to do for a while…and it was one of those days when the hours pass slowly…slow enough to get things done, that is.

I’m trying to make this a quickie, because I’m off to a party tomorrow…No, it’s not  the sort of party where I get lost in conversation about the glory of Antonin Artaud- it’s my mother’s 60th birthday party…Once upon a time, I could take  her out to a wonderful dinner and perhaps a fabulous museum exhibit, making sure that everyone in the room knew it was MY mother’s birthday…Now, my presence at her party IS the present-let’s hope it’s enough…I’m no good with this sort of social to-do …I’ll just stay very close to N&D and eye-smile a lot, and hope no one notices me at all…I mean, what DO I say to relatives that I haven’t see in years? Should I discuss my writing projects, or my tiny voice acting endeavors? MS? No, those things won’t do in this sort of situation, so what’s left?  The weather, of course.

Ok, I really have to go to bed-but one more thing-Who’s the woman that inspires me in so many ways??? No, we aren’t talking about Cleopatra, Queen Elizabeth I, nor  Mary Magdalene. The one woman who I can refer to myself as a “fan”of is Elizabeth Taylor, of course! Well, guess what? She’s on Twitter…and yes, it’s the REAL Elizabeth! When I discovered this, I think I may have actually made a squeaking sound-and believe me, very few people make me squeak aloud! So sometimes when I read her tweets, I find myself saying “wow, yeah-you’re absolutely right: Life really is empty without Earrings!”

Ok, so that’s my random geek girl confession for the week…Still, you have no idea how great it is to read something that she  feels like saying.

Now,  what are the odds of convincing her to adopt me??

Ok, I really need to go to sleep…Nitey-Nite!

~13

Time for a word with the Dream King

It’s one of those days when I’d love to say something interesting, but I’m really sleepy and honestly, I’ve felt pretty lousy for the past few days…blame it on a lovely cocktail of sporadic sleeping, (sometimes going 30+ hours without stopping and at other times, sleeping 14+ hours at once and even then  finding it difficult to drag myself out of bed), and of course that not so wonderful little curse: MS… By the way, I finally found the nerve to make an appointment with the neurologists, thanks to a bit of  gentle nudging from my Magnum Opus, (Nile)…looks like someone needs his Mom to stick around for a long while afterall-despite the occasional teenage angst (his, not mine-mine isn’t ’occasional’)

So, I’m really focusing on facing things…facing that this is real,(which became a kazillion times more real when I was on the phone making the appointment) and accepting what I can and can not change in my world. I’ll be going bright and early (10 a.m.- ugh!) on Friday, July 3 to see Dr. A., so wish me good luck, because this is not something I’m at all looking forward to…But unlike my last trip to the neuro 3 years or so ago, I’ll be better prepared and now that I know for sure what we’re dealing with, things will be much more focused, and I’ll find out what I can do to slow the MonSter down and spend more time living, rather than merely existing. And hopefully living means getting on with the countless projects that are currently collecting dust.

I’ve not done emails in days and days, which I plan to do tomorrow-so if it’s my turn, you’ll be hearing from me soon. Hopefully tonight, I’ll actually get real sleep and not spend my night smashing zombie skulls, while trying really hard to not to be bitten by one…sounds like a pretty average video game, I know-but it makes for really, really bad dreams, believe me. Maybe I need to have a word with the Dream King or something?

Ok, I thought I’d leave a new picture, and I’ll spare you most of my opinions on what I think of it-but it’s brand new, so as U can see, I’m still alive-just feeling totally exhausted right now and so lazily ‘unglam’…and the picture quality is dreadful, I realize-though I’m not really sure how that happened…anyway, it was actually ‘Son-approved’, which says leaps and bounds, and I’m quite sure he’s happy that it isn’t ‘too provocative’, which is something he recently accused his Mom of being (Me? Provocative?) So here ya go- a kind, gentle, kid-friendly, Sweet, Non-Provocative Lucia…ugh!

  

Hugs & all that yummy stuff,

~13

  

 

                        

                         ”Slacker-girl 13″

           ….At least the smile’s real this time…

Above My WHAT?

Okay, here ya go-and the background noise comes to you compliments of Team Have Not, which you are seconds away from having the pleasure of hearing all about. At the moment, I believe they’re trying to build a fire by banging a few stones together in the courtyard of the apartment complex, Joy!

….and yes, gum is tightly clenched in the cheek , like always-Enjoy!

 

P.S. Forgive the terrible editing and the sleepy voice-I’m much too tired to be doing this right now.

Above My What?

Hugs & Tugs!

~13

No offense intended for:Monstrous perv Chiropractors that really didn’t go ‘too far’ (RIP Dr.S), Snotty-nosed tykes that can’t keep up with subtitled movies (practice, practice, my Sweets-you’ll be fine, but wipe your nose already!), Smart-assed teens in really bad situations who are Oh-so-aware that they ARE better than the situation they’re currently sinking in:(U really will rise, rise rise above it!!) Farmers’ sons that smell like pigs due to the work they do (hard work is really sexy-even if it makes you smelly-it’s ALL good…as long as you aren’t mean to weird girls), Doctors who feel passionate enough to yell, (as long as they don’t terrify young patients with their dark predictions), People who live in trailers or trailer parks, God (if he doesn’t actually ‘target’ trailers for potential tornadic activity), People who pronounce ‘ing’ as ‘en’,(unless your MY ex-stepfather-then it’s one of the million things I really loathe about you-even now), Neighbors who do NOT litter and who do NOT have yelling conversations while neglecting the fact that they may actually be disturbing other people, Anyone who knows me well enough to realize I’m usually being tongue in cheek (what a tasty-sounding phrase huh?), and am not always 100% serious about the things I say, People who can appreciate and perhaps even embrace a little thing called satire…Oh, and of course those ‘women who are far too ’self-absorbed’ and shamelessly promote themselves with an ‘air of self importance’…cheers to you big time, fellow self-promoters!!

Offense WELL intended for:
Bullies who take the piss at ambiguous people, Stepfathers who attempt to criticize their stepchildren destructively, Neighbors who scratch & sniff in public (especially under the spotlight of a very revealing streetlight), Neighbors that spy on the new neighbors and then bitch when they see unfavorable behaviour from the new riff-raff (shame on you for spying, Luci Ann!), Perv doctors that actually go too far with their naive patients, Neighbors who wrongfully judge others because they aren’t like the rest of the ‘natives’, Twisted people that feel the need to remind me that “God Don’t like ugly”, Anyone who doesn’t GET That I’m totally yanking your tangled chain and who don’t realize you really shouldn’t always take me so seriously..and Tony, ‘just a fellow’ who really ‘dislikes women who shamelessly promote themselves with an air of self importance’ Wow-I just consumed even MORE of your ‘valuable’ time, Mr. Just a Fellow Tony (Resistance is so bloody futile, isn’t it? I bet U love it & U KNOW it )

“4U”

This shit right here is 4 U. All your faces I can see- You all think it’s about me- I’m about to break… Is this my fate? Am I still damned to a life, Of misery and hate? You will never know What I’ve done  4 U. What you all..Put Me through; I do it for you. I could (have), Never (lived), If it wasn’t… 4U.

 

Happy Saturday.

~13

“…And her jokes attract the ‘lucky bad type’…”

Hello U,

‘Member me? I’ve been stranded for the past week without internet. Who would’ve known that a DVD burner could stop a computer, two computers in fact, from connecting to a wireless network? Anyway, the problem’s been solved, and I now have a new old pc-with nearly 3 times as much hard drive space, so I’m a happy little pirate once again. I really want to do an audio, but I have a million things to download and set up, so hopefully by tomorrow, I’ll be able to vocally answer some  questions & thank U for some really sweet comments, like this one:

So, there’s been nothing from Dark Lucia for a while now. On Wednesday, I found myself drinking caffeinated coffee on the way to work again rather than listening to your voice or your current “repeat” song to get the blood pumping. If this keeps up I’ll either have to call in sick or switch to the hard stuff to make it through the morning. Come back “13″!  (Josef)

That’s very cool to hear. I’m here again, but call in sick anyway-unless you have a six figure income or something…and in that case, share the wealth with us less than six digit starving artists, or help me find a way to get paid for doing whatever it is I do that gets the blood pumping…Once upon the time, the Army wanted me to be a DJ (seriously), but I couldn’t fake morale boosting then nearly as well as I can now…I still think an early morning radio show would be really sweet, sometimes-as long as I didn’t have to wake up early…Perhaps it could be an end of my night gig or prerecorded?

Anyway, here’s the song that’s been stuck in my head since yesterday morning,-when I really wanted to hear it, but had NO idea where the mp3 was hiding in our MP3 discs, and honestly I was a bit too chicken to get out of bed and come looking for it, but that’s a long story, so I’ll spare U the details for now. Have a listen and if you haven’t heard it yet, then perhaps it’s because it’s older than some of you are…But it’s still brilliant, and the lyrics are Oh So Appealing, for some reason…or another.

I’ve missed U.

 

Smile, seriously-try it, U might really like it!

BIG Hugs and Sugary Sweet kisses…or something (?)

~13

 

Passion of Lovers (Bauhaus)

She had nut-painted arms
that were hers to keep,
and in her fear,
She sought cracked pleasures.
the passion of lovers is for death, said she
Licked her lips,
and turned to feather.

And as I watched from underneath,
I came aware of all that she keep
the little foxes, so safe and sound
they were not dead,
they’d gone to ground.

the passion of lovers is for death, said she
the passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails,
And slips her banshee smile,
She gets the bigger of the better to the letter

the passion of lovers is for death said she
the passion of lovers is for death