Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

no one has posted on lovers since december. i've been in and out of it since then. why don't we talk about love? cause we don't wan't to jinx it. that's why 90 percent of songs are about heartbreak.

well that's just a shame.

Love, Friday, I'm in

I love two big shots of tequila
Two small wedges of lime
And licking the salt.

I love going out
Are staying in
My mind

On a Friday
I'm in love
In a bottle of tequila
Without the worm.

What a great post. Yes, there should be more love. It all feels like the pax is a sleeping giant waking up bit by bit. Here's Sara with her poetry. Until she posted, I wasn't aware I had missed her voice. The minute I read it, it was obvious that I had. Now I hear it, I want to hear her sing. Question: Where is Martino?

I think people got scared when their computers got fucked. Sarah is beautiful. She has been around the longest of any of the Pax chicks, she edited Burnt for me-- for FREE!!!!! And she knows Rosie the pussy waxer.

I ran into someone else who knows Rosie, and found out that I also know someone who works for her. Rosie's power is growing.

I like Rosie the pussy waxer

Thanks Mc and Tommy.

and my "are" should have been "or"

know what I think in terms of love --
when I thought someone had hacked my computer, I cleared everything out and left one document. This is what it said:

Howdy Hacker, Hope You're Happy!

Kisses!

Well, Love Stinks, as the J. Geils Band so succintly said,

but I am overjoyed to see that we of the paxacidan species have begun in earnest to begin building a new pyramid of bulletin board existence. Go forth bravely my friends into the unknown, uncharted waters of the brand new antiquity!

Will Rosie one day reappear?
What's Martino up to?

Tune in next time on...

Howdy Hacker, Hope You're Happy!

Hi Mark, happy birthday.

I just want to say -- about the hacking deal, because really someone should have said this -- how freaking vain, to think that someone would WANT to hack my computer. Ridiculous!

This makes me want to make a comment about religion, but I'm not into stirring up controversy this evening.

What am I saying? It's 3:33 am.

even if i was only gone because i was too dumb to find out that the bb was working again.

during my long absence i thought the BB was dead and i said to myself, well that's over then. things live and bloom and sometimes turn into something special and then die or even get killed. i found consolation in the knowledge that nevertheless the people on the BB would continue to exist -- all these sweet and smart and interesting folks who do not need to be mentioned but know for themselves they are cool. my marriage also died and for a horrible day my daughter said she hated me. but now i feel more love than i ever have before in this strange life of mine which in the past was sometimes unpleasant but now fits like a glove. it is funny that as springtime finally comes after a long and hard winter of separation and anguished arguments i feel good, and that the bb is back too. i mean it was back before, i know that, but hey now that i know about it, it feels real, and it feels real good.

I need spring and the bloom too. Glad you figured it out dumbfuck.

Martino,

I'm so sorry about your marriage.

I was standing in my class room about a month ago, and I was about to teach a lesson on the evils of a comma splice when one of my best friends from childhood shows up at my classroom door. This was mid-week at 2:00. He lives up in the mountains about six hours away. So that you can get a visual, think Paul Bunyan meets Walt Whitman and Pooh, huge, bearded guy loves philosophy and religion, taught me that flammable means inflammable.

So he shows up at my door mid-week, mid-afternoon. I am so excited to see him because the last time he was in was Christmas, and I'm hugging him, and my kids are staring at us like, what the hell, Ms Sara, that's one big, bizarre looking dude.

But we go out in the hall, and then I think, because he looks incredibly sad, that someone has died. And I immediately wonder what he is doing here mid-week, mid-afternoon, in my classroom. So I say, "What's wrong?"

And he told me that his wife wanted to end their marriage. And my heart hurt for him.

About your children telling you that they hate you. I have this happen a lot. Sometimes "I hate you" means "Get out -- you are so cool!"

Sometimes "I hate you" does not mean that. The second kind is one of the most painful slaps in the face I've ever experienced. Last year one of my kids said, "I hate you, you're no better than the cops. Just another authority figure."

OUCH.

So I went home and burnt him a copy of "Hurt" by Johnny Cash and gave it to him the next day.

It was good for both of us to know that someone else knew how we felt.

Hurt, Johnny Cash, great song sara

i love you all.

Martino, while I can't say I've experienced the things you speak of, I find it fascinating the way what you say very closely mirrors the way I am feeling too right now in this life of mine. I had some heavy fights with some people this week, not physical, but pretty upsetting nonetheless. And yet I know that what fate has thrown in my lap is actually going to turn out to be a good thing for me. Also, the weather here in Seattle has been atypically sunny for something like 3 weeks straight. No lie. It's totally bizarre. Global warming can be the only answer.

Anyway, springtime is the way I feel lately. And I'm going to be alright.