Cootiebug

Scattered

Cootie — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 00:48:00 +0000

So… I’ve come to realize that I’m running too many blogs. I end up repeating myself and/or trying to figure out where to post what. It’s frustrating me.

So, here’s what I’ve done.

Our Spiritual rants & rambles are on our Full Circle group page.

We both blog over at The Adventures of Cootie & X.

And we’re exploring our fascination/obsession (give it a name) for skulls at …of empty men…

X, of course, is still writing with Scofield over at BGTN and they are also marking out over wrasslin’ at a new blog.

As far as this blog goes, I’m gonna re-open the archives. Feel free to peruse at your leisure, if you so desire. But I’m not gonna post new stuff here anymore.

<3 Cootie

It’s a mini! muahahahahaha

Cootie — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 03:29:49 +0000

make animated gifs like this at MakeAGif

Sun god

Cootie — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:21:24 +0000

Sun god skullie

(buy it on Etsy!)

It’s so good being green.

Cootie — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 23:57:47 +0000

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while. My latest skullie. <3

(buy it on Etsy!)

Dance, monkey.

Cootie — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 18:19:29 +0000

I popped the top on the diet shake I stole from the refrigerator in the break room, sighed and clicked on the glaring green button that says “Begin Assessment”. Another hundred plus bullshit questions about how good of a person I am. Is punctuality a priority for me? How do I feel about stealing office supplies? Does stress affect my performance on the job? How do I deal with a co-worker who is overbearing, dishonest, mean? Does my mood affect how I treat customers? So, I dutifully click the radio buttons feeding them exactly what they want to hear. Hoping that I come across as someone they want to hire and not someone who is lying through her fucking teeth.

Does anyone really answer these things honestly? I wonder. What I really want to do is skip the whole thing and simply attach a note: “Hi. I’m a real person. Sometimes I’m late, but not often. I get sick sometimes too. And when I do I keep my ass at home in front of the TV. But that doesn’t happen often either, maybe a couple of times a year. If you treat me fairly & with respect, I will work my ass off for you. But don’t try to take advantage of me. That makes me surly & bitter. Treat me like a person, not a commodity. Try to flex your authority over me & I will push back. But treat me with consideration & respect and I will be loyal & dependable. I will look you in the eyes & answer you honestly. Do the same for me. I won’t steal from you if you don’t steal from me. I won’t lie to you if you don’t lie to me. You can rely on me, but I need to be able to rely on you too. I’m smart & capable. I’m upbeat & fun most of the time. I loathe insincerity. If you give me a chance, I won’t let you down. I’ll make sure you don’t regret hiring me. Promise.”

If I were to hire an employee my interview process would consist of tequila shots & a game of Apples to Apples. Or a jar of moonshine & tarot cards. Or maybe screwdrivers & Scrabble…

I am a Being of Darkness & Light.
My feet in the Shadows.
My head in the Clouds.
My heart among the Stars.
Never quite sure what’s Wrong… what’s Right…
always pretty sure it’s somewhere in between.
Somewhere in the Grey.

‘Tis the Season: Keep Calm & Carry On

Cootie — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 01:06:07 +0000

I hate this time of year. The already difficult task of navigating traffic in this swollen city rises to ridiculousness and shopping of any kind becomes a competitive sport.

I hate sports.

Our consumer driven society ramps up to a feverish pitch and from every possible angle we are pressured to buy more, spend more, do more, donate more. Given the state of the nation right now that’s enough to drive a woman to shoot her kids & herself. In a welfare office. No really, it is.

The nights are long and the days are short. It’s cold. It’s wet. It is, all together, a recipe for depression. Or homicide. No really, it is.

I am tired. I am stressed. And yet, in the middle of all the madness around us, yes madness, I realize that my stress is just a small stress. A sneeze. A minor symptom of the larger illness that has taken hold of this nation.

It is 7 pm. I have been working over time at my job as much as possible over the past 3 weeks. I am working for our family. My Beloved has been attending school at night for weeks now and is currently holding a 4.0 GPA. He is working for our family. The sad irony of that is we are apart more than we are together.

And when we go home each night we sit together on the couch, in our little living room, in the house that our Friend has so graciously welcomed us into and comfort each other by the light of our Yule tree. We talk about the madness & shake our heads & hold hands. And we keep working for our family.

Our friends & family have fed us, clothed us, put a roof over our heads and helped us many times over without question or hesitation. We do the same for them. That’s not charity. That’s looking out for your people. That’s pitching in for the good of those you care about. That is Love in its very basic form. Someone smiles, you smile back. Someone falls, you help them up. Someone is hungry, you feed them.

I don’t understand greed. I don’t understand why this has to be so hard. I don’t understand why I can’t get health insurance and why my husband can’t get work. I don’t understand why some of the men & women of my country are still being sent overseas to fight an imaginary war and still others are here fighting a different imaginary war in their own backyards.

But I do understand Love. That is why I keep working, keep pushing, keep trying, keep going. For the Love of my family.

I love you too.
Come, be a part of my family. Work with me. We could change the World together.

A picture is worth at least a couple of words.

Cootie — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 18:17:37 +0000

Saturday night haikus -Cootie & X post-move-

Cootie — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 05:17:02 +0000

muscles ache, contract
even after the heavy
lifting is done
~X

Tired,half drunk and
so in love it is scary.
Gods, I love my Life.
~Cootie

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Cootie — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 04:59:57 +0000

Yeah, so I cried.

We walked through the darkened rooms for the last time. We took our marriage certificate & handfasting cord down off the living room wall. We turned off lights & locked doors & backed out of the driveway for the last time.

And I cried.

We will make this new place Home, yes.

But I loved that house.

Killing time.

Cootie — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 14:24:58 +0000

Procrastinating? Is that what they call this? I look over my left shoulder at the stack of unwashed dishes, the order for that guy in Georgia that I haven’t even started yet, and the pile of boxes waiting to be filled with our belongings. Over my right shoulder is a phone I purchased & need to return to the mega-super-awesome-buy-it-now-cause-you-NEED-it electronics store and a pile of dirty clothes. I might be procrastinating. I also might be milking the dregs of panic free time I have left before things get crazy in a couple of weeks. Fuck it. Give it a name, right? I have a dozen things I could be doing. A dozen things that need to be done. “A dozen things that will still be there tomorrow”, I say to myself as I light another cigarette & pick up the video game controller. I have a shit storm of busy coming my way very shortly. Tonight I have Dresden Dolls, sweet red wine, Camel cigarettes and Bejeweled. Those gems aren’t going to match up themselves, you know.