Feeling too positive? Happy with life? Think we are here to be fulfilled and joyous? Come see how the other half lives as I, twinklysparkles, aka, Katherine, engage in a dangerous activity known as ranting….
the dead chipmunk in the side garden bed
the dead chipmunk in the back yard
the constant dead rodents all over my gdamn yard and driveway courtesy of my cats
Hubby says we are genetically determined to like or dislike cilantro. To this I say, “I was born with the gene that programs me to hate the Grateful Dead (except for the song Ripple).”
the new “GoBerry” frozen yogurt sensation in Amherst, Mass is made with its share of junky ingredients: WHY ME?
Frankenfood, including all the forms to which I am addicted: GoBerry original flavor, small please, with Oreo cookies layered on the bottom and top; Utz Red Hot potato chips (maybe the best bbq potato chips on the planet, including those ones I love in Germany); sugar; Starbucks coffee ice cream (even though they changed the original formula)
IF your blog is on a black or blue background, I will not be able to read more than 2 lines (prose) or 4 lines (poetry) at a time and I might get an ocular migraine. Do you really want to piss twinkly off with this black background on your blog? Think about it. I’m probably not the only one, just the only one willing to piss and moan about it.
tail+gate= asshole
tail+gate+highbeams=asshole cubed
idling your car for more than 15 seconds. You may be a Republican and/or Floridian and/or TEA partier to boot. But please, don’t remain ignorant and keep idling that fuel-injection engine.
If you cannot bring your own cup to get filled for hot or cold beverages and insist on littering America and funding the oil industry, then fuck it (not fuck you, just fuck the behavior)
Just because you come from a particular ethnic group does not mean you are not part of America. This cuts both ways.
Splintering into ever-smaller cultural factions whether they be based on gender, race, sexual orientation, parenting status, marital status, etc etc etc. Not sure how age fits in here.
Computer time causing an increase in near-sightedness and fat asses (including yours truly’s eyes and ass)
roadkill
speeding, unless I need to get somewhere really fast; actually, just speeding in town. Maybe highway speeding is okay. Hmm. I’m simply unclear about speeding
drivers not slowing down for bicycles
bicyclists in traffic on cellphones without helmets (I kid you not, people)
waste
bad drivers
potholes
broken appliances and/or lamps (current tally in twinkly’s household? appx. 33)
mildew
bleach
disposable plastic cups of all kinds
bad singing mistaken for emotionally-powerful singing
Natalie Merchant, her voice, and moreover, her incredible sincerity
insincerity
exclusion for the sake of exclusion
88 degrees on September 26 in Western Mass
100+ degrees any day in Western Mass
spring peepers on September 27 in Western Mass
While I appreciate (I AM SERIOUS HERE, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT) anyone’s need to split their writing into different blogs, ie, the good woman, the bad girl, the sexy girl, the bad mom v. the good mom, etc, I have decided that I need to keep my whole self here, present. So kiss my tattooed ass if you don’t love me or my tattooed ass (it’s really my hip, but “kiss my tattooed hip” sounds neither powerful nor fun; well, it sounds like it might be fun actually)
Be kind to me, or treat me mean, I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine–Fiona Apple
(I LOVE YOU, remember, just not your habit of idling your car and using disposable grocery bags and drinking cups)
twinklysparkles 