Little Green Faeries

Like someone pissing in your stream of consciousness

Thursday, December 29, 2005

so the mistress begins her yearly descent into insanity...the first of the year always seems to inspire a special kind of reflection...reflection in the mirror tells tall tales.

I despise memphis. I despise its outlaw christianity and its defacto segregation.

I have a crush on a cook a work. if i act on it, not only would it end my relationship-which more and more is seeming like no big loss-but my job as well. Not only would I be fraternizing with the help-he is black-which makes it a double whammy here in good ol memphrica.

but I like a sweet way.

the other night we had drinks and walked my dog at 4am...he comes from a family that runs just about every kitchen in memphis-they also run drugs thru every kitchen in memphis. they are smart business people-but not always on the right side of things.

I don't know.

this time last year I bought a ticket and ran away.

this year,hmmm.

Monday, December 19, 2005

our tidy liar enjoying a pint and a fag. Posted by Picasa

spare some change... Posted by Picasa

Sunday, December 18, 2005

long night,loooong night Posted by Picasa

merry christmas from the gita houshold Posted by Picasa

Saturday, December 17, 2005

I want what I want and I'm not sure how to get it. I want San Francisco-now.I want that love that tears your insides into a million pieces...all these dreams...

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Dear You,

I miss you. I miss your smell...sweat, coffee, ocotillo...maybe an Irish bar on Clement. I miss you, my friend, who I was to young to value or do right by. I missed out on the jokes you never told and the orgasms I never had. You were beautiful and imperfect, sweet and I lost you.
I miss you now as I have missed you in my dreams.

Good-night-MG Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I love this kid Posted by Picasa

my baby is growing so fast Posted by Picasa

Santa ClauseNorth Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Adam's Office party. It was Charlie who spiked the punch with too much rumpleminze. I can't help it if I drank 96 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like puppy breath.
I thought it was funny when I put Richard Daniel's thong on my head and danced the the cabbage patch on the vodka while singing `sideways'. I didn't mean to break Adam's vibrator and don't know why Adam would accuse me of sodomy.
I don't remember calling neil's wife a slippery barnyard ape---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on abby's husband's vagina, it was only because I ate too much of that cheese.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my horse through my neighbor's the roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fat tommyboy and have me arrested for sodomy!
So, I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all slimy and stinky. And I'm really not to blame for any of this crushed stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and slowly yours,Mistressgita (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 6 bucks!