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Name: Justine
Location: Annapolis, Maryland, United States

Justine, is a little bit more than you'd expect. This is where you are supposed to put your "elevator speech". What you'd say if you were in the elevator with somebody you wanted to connect with. I don't have an "elevator speech". If I ran smack-dab into one of my "heroes" I'd just have to smile and be polite and keep my yipper shut and that's probably for the best anyway!

Monday, July 31, 2006
After the boys of summer have gone........
For Cousin Monday....the only one still here, now that the boys of summer are gone.

My Wayfarers broke in the 1990's!
The Ultimate Boy of Summer



The Boys of Summer
By Don Henley


Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summers out of reach
Empty lake,
Empty streets
The sun goes down alone

Im drivin by your house
Though I know youre not home

But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on, baby

And I can tell you my love for you
Will still be strong after the boys of
Summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream?
Now I dont understand whats happened
To our love,
But babe, Im gonna get you back
Im gonna show you what Im made of
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
I see you walkin real slow and youre smilin at everyone

I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today I saw a deadhead sticker
On a cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, dont
Look back. you can never go back.

I thought I knew what love was,
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-
I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on baby

And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you-
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and
Those wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Roasting in the Sahara
Favorite song for desert crossing misery......


Carvan

Night and stars above that shine so bright
The mystery of their fading light
That shines upon our CARAVAN.

Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sands so I may keep
The mem'ry of our CARAVAN.

This is so exciting, you are so inviting
Resting in my arms
Thrill to the magic, the magic of your charms

You beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert CARAVAN.

This is so exciting, you are so inviting
Resting in my arms
Thrill to the magic, the magic of your charms

Night and stars above that shine so bright
The mystery of their fading light
That shines upon our CARAVAN.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Darkness at the edge of town......
Well they're still racing at the trestles
But that blood had never burned in his veins
Now I hear he's got a house up in Fairview
In a style he's trying to maintain.

Well if he wants to see me,
You can tell him that I'm easily found
Tell him there's a spot out 'neath Abrahms bridge and
Tell him there's a darkness on the edge of town.


Bruce said it best.........
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Suicide is futile. Living is futile. Everything is futile.

That's what I learned on my summer vacation.

Writing retreat taught me that writing is one hell of a stupid way to waste money and waste your life.

"Studying" things that have been written is even stupider. Does anybody really think that writers go through the steps professor's rant about in college? Get a grip!

I'm broke. Suddenly broke.

The car is in the shop and I'm going to have to take out a loan to pay for the repairs. Mom's house isn't even on the friggin' market yet and the lanai has sprung more leaks than a sieve.

F**k it all puppies. F**k it all.

Life sucks, your choices make it suck worse, your family and loved ones make it suck to the ultimate level. Then you die and burn in hell.

Tra la la.

Best I can see is that you should f**k your brains out while your young and have the body for it. Then buy an overpowered sports car on credit and drive it off a cliff before your thirty and you realize how bad life sucks and you are too chicken to take the exit door.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Pardon Our Dust......
Ok, I've died and I'm either in Hell or Purgatory.

Wrecked up the car. House hit by lightening. Have to move. Selling mom's house.

If you want to spend quality time with me.....come over to my house with a roll of packing tape, scissors, a sharpie, labels, and some boxes and help me pack.

OH, and a big bag of cash wouldn't hurt either......
Monday, July 03, 2006
The Horror, The Horror
I have seen the Heart of Darkness, walked its deep passageways.

The Tarot told me Death and Abundance. Rebirth and Success.

All births are bloddy, traumatic experiences.

The horror, the horror................

I have been driven mad. But makes no never mind, I have been here so many times before. I will find a comfy chair, have a cup of tea, read a bit of a novel, take a moments rest, then slowly, slowly, wend my way home.