jam packed weekend

The weekend was particularly awesome, as me & my honey took a much needed miniature vacation away from the hustle and bustle of the city in Schaumburg (a nearby suburb). Well, it was a quasi vacation simply because we were so close to the city had a lot of errands to run like house hunting, going to various fests, etc. But, it was like a vacation because we actually got to spend quality time together with no real distractions and best of all, we got to sleep in each others arms, which (to me) is like heaven wrapped in a blanket.

Anyway, so much happened this weekend, like me actually finding a house I loved within my budget; only to have my dreams crushed yet again by someone able to outbid me with a bigger down payment and/or giving the sellers more than I can afford. Oh wells. At least The Printer's Row Book Fair was off the hook. I got a little sun, was able to ride the train into downtown (weeee!!), and found more than a few new bookstores to salvage through in the process. Most importantly, I only spent $20 at the fair (I am so proud of myself for actually sticking within my budget on this one).

Also, this weekend marked the untimely passing of my cell phone. Drats! Now I need to buy another one, and due to my limited budget and cell phone snob etiquette, I may be forced to actually charge something this month.

Last but not least, everyone's been talking about Ronald Reagan’s passing. It’s abuzz all over the news, at the water cooler, in chat rooms and blogs worldwide. While everyone has an opinion on the death of the inventor of Reaganomics , I feel indifferent about his passing. I did not shed a tear, utter a sigh of relief or joy, or even bother listening to the comprehensive news coverage. What else is there to know ? I mean, the man lived to a ripe age of 93, and had a damn good life. Instead, I just simply changed the channel and moved on with my life.

ahhh

While browsing though my stack of reject pictures and negatives, I found a few pictures that I somehow missed along the way. For example, I found this beautiful picture of a sunset (but for the life of me I cant remember where this was taken).


taken who knows where...but isnt it beautiful ?

good for a laugh

by the way, this nifty contraption has been providing me with endless enjoyment.

waking up in his arms

waking up in his arms
i feel
the biggest joy
his arms embracing me
a gentle reminder
of love
heavenly perfection
asleep at my side
I stare like a child with
sugar coated eyes and smile and soul
knowing that when
we arise together
arms intertwined
that it will be
all that I dreamed
while asleep in his embrace
love is love
and his arms are my home

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have I mentioned I hate cops ?

My mean streak is showing and I am about to vent all my frustrations out...so here it goes:

I hate to discriminate on any level, bit I swear COPS HATE ME...and truthfully, I don't like them either. In the Chicago suburbs (where I have been working in for the last 3 years) the cops and state troopers are the meanest, most discerning bunch you would ever see. Especially to the likes of me: young looking, a minority, and listening to hip hop music. I once got a ticket for going 23 in a 20 mile zone (but I got that charge reversed-thank god).

Now, I know what you are thinking...this girl got a ticket! Yes, yes I did (a parking ticket). But it was a total lie of a ticket...a sort of sick joke played by Mr. M.R. - the dickhead cop. Get this: he gave me a $120 dollar ticket charging that that my car did not have or did not properly display a city sticker. He must have been on crack or just plain decided to discriminate against my car (maybe due to the fact I have a sticker on the back of my car that told passerbys to do themselves a favor and fuck themselves? -> ha! there’s actually a decent story behind that sticker, but that will be on discussion another day). In any case, its a total falsity of a ticket. I mean, I pay a whopping $80 for that sticker each year, which I proudly display in the appropriate place on my windshield. I will be damned if I have to pay another $120 for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Naturally, being the verbose and opinionated person I am, I wrote the city a nice long letter contesting the ticket AND to file a complaint for the offending officer. It's complete, with pictures of my city sticker and front windshield, a copy of the vehicle city sticker registration card and receipt when I brought the damn thing. I just can’t believe this cop's justification system. The way I figure it, if he falsely persecuted me, he is probably doing it to countless others. As I type I am sending him negative karma...(matter of fact - I hope he develops a bad case of irritable bowel syndrome). Mmwahaha (evil laugh).

I can't believe he's the guy whos supposed to be serving and protecting me. I mean,with his behavior - who needs enemies?

peace march pictures

Hi all. I know its a few months late, but I am finally playing with all the pictures I took at the peace rally. In one of them you can almost see the side view of Jesse Jackson (ha ha). Anyhow, below is my favorite one of all. I just love this picture. Doesn't it just speak a thousand words to you?


my favorite pic from the peace rally & march in Chicago

one day...

I saw a homeless man begging for money or food to eat and I was overcome with an immense feeling of sadness and kindness for this man. This is what came out.

Homeless but not hopeless

What atrocities in life must a man befall
To have no friends, no family...no one at all
Walking ‘round town aimlessly in spring, winter, and fall
No place to call home when life throws hardballs
See pain in his eyes…his spirit crushed, dreams shattered,
People he pass stare at him as if his life didn’t matter
Unwashed Clothes battered
His life seemingly splattered and tattered
He’s homeless…

It’s a fact so sad, matter of fact it makes me mad.
How people walk around and don’t give a damn
When they see a homeless man walking down the street
Don’t see themselves in his eyes and offer him something to eat
Too many nomads living in the shadows of the inner cities
Sleeping in stairwells, face full of pity
Life, once full of joy, now not so pretty…its shitty
Truth is, it can be any one of us
When life and addictions get so rough...you give up
Suddenly, you got no family and friends
No one to support you or lend you a helping hand
Everything and everyone around you is like a distant land
What once was a home is just empty space
What once was a bed is now concrete…not lace

No money, more problems, just a feeling of self hate
Trying hard to survive and with hopes, wipe the slate
I can’t imagine the hardships of that man
How his life, once ample, slipping like sand through his hands
Wondering if it’s in gods plan, for this man to understand
Why he’s stuck in the cold, with no home
Its 50 below and there’s so much snow and no where to go

So every time I pass these poor homeless souls
With their shoes full of holes and feet and hands cold as a stone
I look inside and see humanity in its full grace..
And instead of looking around them, I smile at their face
Offer them a dollar, hope for the future, a food stacked plate
Such small things help abate their life’s deadweight
Life’s hard, but in small things they truly appreciate
Make no mistake
cuz in the next life, these poor souls god will replace
with other ones which cant negate their past mistakes
and they too, will be nomads in a land full of hate

copyright of dragonflypurity 2004