meisa's lagoon

no wonder men like to grill. last nite, i had the distinct pleasure of being in charge of the grill for awhile. tongs in hand, i poked and prodded the meat and vegetables slow roasting above the fire. i felt like i was controlling the world. those tongs are not to be taken lightly. it's kind of like the feeling i get from using power tools. i became the almighty, all powerful grill master. ladies, take control of the tongs, they will make you invincible. no more of this "buy your dads grills and grill equipment for father's day"...do it for mother's day. more power to women!

Posted by Meisa at 03:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

the indigo girls were about as close to fine (and not "uh, yeah, it's fine"...but "damn! that's fiiiiiiine!") as you can get on friday nite. i saw them at the vic brew & view, which is the best venue i have ever been to for a concert. it was also the wrong venue. the tickets said saturday april 24th. the tickets also said auditoreum theater, congress parkway. for some reason these things did not register. so andrea and i headed down to belmont on friday nite to hear the girls get their jams on. luckily they didn't bother looking at the tickets, and we got in, and hopefully saw the better of the two concerts. i thought about going to next nite too to the right concert since i still had the ticket stubs, but decided instead to pass them along to friends.
they were really awesome live. just the two of them and their guitars. it was great. i recommend to all.

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the other day i almost bought a sympathy card for no one in particular. it was really nice, and it's always so hard to find non-cheeseball-or-super-religious sympathy cards. and they are always so ugly. but not this one. it just had a simple photo and a few words on the inside. i had it in my hand to buy but then decided against it. i felt like by buying it, i would be willing someone i knew to die. ultimate in bad luck i think. so i left it alone, and just made a mental note of where i could now find a nice sympathy card.

Posted by Meisa at 05:03 PM | Permalink

i waxed.
it was good.

Posted by Meisa at 01:47 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

smoke, like an infestation of ants, crawls over your tongue down your throat and into your lungs. it feeds off of the inner walls of your lungs, eating them away layer by layer.

maybe the smokers' high comes from the smoke dancing about the inside of your body. or maybe it's all in your head. maybe there is no high. the cigarette is just a stupid replacement for whatever may be missing in your life.
so why bring it to your mouth? get out there, find what it is you are really missing, find whatever it is that the smoke is replacing, or embrace that which you already have - i'm sure it's better than anything the cigarette has to offer.

after all, when it comes down to it, after smoking a cigarette, the tar coating your lungs deposits roughly 70 micrograms phenol, 280 micrograms catechol and 100 micrograms hydroquinone. if you're really that interested in having these toxins in your body, i can very easily make up a solution from chemicals in the lab. you can just drink your death instead! and then us nonsmokers wouldn't be affected by your smelly clothes, your yucky kisses, and your air pollution.

do us all a favor...quit or place an order for my "drink of death". i take cash, check and charge!

Posted by Meisa at 05:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

i have been leaked to the public.
somehow, something i did got out the vast world of the internet and now everyone knows my email address and my blog site. by everyone, i mean all those people begging me to have my penis enlarged, to look at gay porn, and to redeem my gift certificates to lowes and best buy.
i guess i should just be thankful that i made it this long.

in other news, i went home this past weekend. good timing too since next month is the invasion of the 17 year cicadas. scary time to be on the east coast. i remember boys chasing girls on the playground with the foul creatures in hand, walking down the street and having them fall out of trees on to your head, and the horrid horrid noise. i pity any of you in the dc metropolitan area in the coming months.

Posted by Meisa at 09:33 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

1) i was walking up the stairs at the gym today, closely followed by one of "those" girls. you know the kind...blond, tight clothes, a big "tri-delt" written across her chest. i really wasn't planning on doing the elliptical machine, but i hypothesized that she was going to do it, because, really, what else do girls like that do? since i was two steps ahead of her, i signed up for the machine, just so that she and her friend couldn't be together. and i really didn't want to ellipticize in the first place.
2) gabriella and i convinced khalid yesterday that our boss was starting up a new company that specialized in fancy polymers that were specifically used for ass implants.

Posted by Meisa at 06:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

after talking it up for years, i finally dyed my hair fuschia. came out quite lovely i think. shokufeh suggested this new stuff from l'oreal that is specially made for dark hair. so it shows up and you don't have to bleach it. i'm pleased. so pleased that next time, i think i will do my whole head, not just streaks.

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i'll trade you up for someone better. maybe you think i'm waiting for you to come back, but not really. you see, i've already put the down payment on your replacement. i thought you were perfect before, but now i know, you are just perfectly replacable. your dark eyes and curls meant nothing to me, and the laughs we shared are a thing of the past. see cause now, i've got the new and improved, longer lasting model. i thought when i got you, that you would last me for life. little did i know, you were under a six year warranty. or maybe a lease. i was just renting you out, testing you out, figuring out what i wanted in the real thing, when i really dished out my feelings. it's almost as if i never had you at all. "we" were only a temporary distraction. a distraction from what i really wanted.

Posted by Meisa at 04:14 PM | Permalink

maybe i could take a tape recorder to my weekly group meetings. i think i could mix together the nonsense and noises into something quite interesting, from the phlegm soaked coughs to the sound of the ear wax being coaxed out of the ear to the advisor repeating "did you heat it up? did you heat it up?"

Posted by Meisa at 01:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)