2001-04-02 | 9:24 p.m.

corduroy licorice knew which side his bread was buttered on. duh! the side with the glistening, pale yellow spread on its surface.

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hmm...that just made me think of childhood cinnamon and sugar and butter on toast. mmmm...melty sugarness.

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my last entry on drugs got me four responses: a spoken "i agree," an e-mailed "i agree," a guestbook entry "i agree" and one "i beg to differ" e-mail.

i really appreciate the "i agree"s voicing their support, because i kinda wondered how that entry came off. i felt like i had stuck my neck out a bit, something i usually avoid. that made the feedback/support all the more meaningful. so thank you to the three amigos.

to the fourth objector, i send thanks, too. he and i are actually having a semi-lively, e-mail "argument" about it. i haven't argued for awhile and it's fun! i'm not good at arguing in person, because i overthink things and my words get stumbly, but in writing i can put it down like i like it.

his deal was comparing taking drugs to doing anything enjoyable. your brain is responding to a stimulus by releasing chemicals that cause pleasure. so drugs, in this train(spotting) of thought, are just one more vehicle to mood enhancement...not much different than looking at a beautiful painting.

i responded that art doesn't cause brain damage. he responded that living causes brain damage. breathing traffic exhaust causes brain damage. hmmm...ok. these are unavoidable hazards, true. but is that a reason to compound the problem? throw a little more gas on the fire?

heh. then he said that brain cells are like money and who wants to die with a billion dollars in the bank. i was pretty proud of my response, which was:

"you spend your brain cells your way, i'll spend mine my way. i just want to cash out as late as possible, is all. i personally don't want to give temporary mental power of attorney to a pill, but that's me."

heehee. your witness.

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winks of the day:

ella fitzgerald has the most beautiful voice in the world. i love how she butters up the old rodgers & hart song, "bewitched." such an amazingly cool song full of wisdom, sass and pain. in about seven minutes it traces a relationship from beginning to break-up. they don't write 'em like that anymore.

i really identify that song with desert storm because he first introduced me to it on a mix tape he made. plus, the lyrics really described what it was like dating him. i don't have an aimee mann song associated with him, so he gets ella. lucky jerk. heh. no, i give him credit for opening my musical horizons. that i do.

p.s. music is my drug.

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i really love the movie moonstruck and often think of lines from it. in one of my favorites, olympia dukakis tells a man, "what you don't know about women is a lot."

sometimes, at my advanced age, with its gift-with-purchase inherent wisdom (ok, the inherent wisdom cuts in and out), i want to tell certain people, "what you don't know about life is a lot."

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