The Vomitus of my Mind

Published August 24, 2012 by Sandee

Bloggers speak of writer’s block.  It happens, especially when you have spouses, children, mortgages, cats, dogs, ferrets, migraines, sex lives, warrants.  While I do have a job, hobbies and a social life, I don’t have that other stuff, just the occasional mouse running around my apartment that I like to feed.  Soon I anticipate more going on so who knows how often I’ll be in here.

But up ‘til now, of course the fuck I’ve been able to post regularly!  What else have I got going on…sigh…

So you are it, friends!  Until that next piece of –  I mean – until that next fine, fine person comes along – who’m I kiddn’, I’m pushing the envelope, I’m old as shit, my day is done, my coins are tossed, the jig is up, well is dried, cookies fried –

— Friends, I’ve seen it all, I’ve tasted wine, and not forgotten.  I’ve loved, I’ve lived I’ve laughed, I’ve danced the dance and tweaked my consciousness.  I’ve felt, I’ve licked, I’ve spat, I’ve chewed, I’ve ea-ten off, of every sur-face, but now, more o-d-ious, more hi-de-ous, is I just vo-mi-ted in Word Press. 

51 comments on “The Vomitus of my Mind

  • Sandee, you’re so funny sometimes and a great writer. And your posts are never too long, like mine. Fried cookies sound pretty good right now. And cake of course. Happy weekend.

    • Thank you Brigitte! I do believe they do make fried cookies nowadays, in that same restaurant that makes fried Snickers Bars — good gawd! A nice dessert after some of that poutine Le Clown talked about!

      You have a great weekend too Brigitte!

  • While I have “that other stuff’ — or most of it anyways… minus the warrants, cats and ferrets (although I really like ferrets)…I don’t have what you have…a social life and hobbies. Want to trade? Wait — is blogging considered a hobby? Ok maybe I have one but you have some damn sharp wit girl and not everyone has that so blog on sister, blog on!

  • Auntie Sandee,
    You make Le Clown laugh, on a daily basis. I’ve never said this out loud, but I think you and Madame Weebles have the closest humour to mine, which I think helps me feel so at home on your blog…
    Le Clown

  • Hey, hey, Sandee, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, remember, if you’re old as shit then so am I. Thanks for this very uplifting post, now I can go kill myself. haha!
    By the way, where did you toss those coins? I’m just asking.

  • Gotta love you aunt Sandee, your sense of humor is witty, clever, and downright funny. You were on my mind today when i heard about the Empire state building, and since i have no clue about New York, i just started thinking of everyone i know there.

    How’s vacay going? The book? You? Have a lovely weekend!!!

      • Ah, see the way the universe works…with the simultaneous ‘liking and reading of posts!

        You are so sweet to think of me. I’m not in that area, but could very well have been as I do errands all over Manhattan. I just have the attitude that the world is wild and we need to live each day in appreciation of everything, use everything we have to be as kind and thoughtful as we can possibly be to each other. It’s all we fucking have really. We have an illusion that there’s a care free cocoon somewhere we can live. Nope. It’s nice to know that you thought about me.

        My vacation has been a staycation so far but it’s good. I really needed to get some reading done and unfortunately had to take care of some dental issues, but I have over a week left to plan something.

        I hope you enjoy your weekend too Boomie! xoxo

  • Well, I ONLY have the kids.
    And of course that means I have been thrown up on many times, so…what’s one more? At least you didn’t throw up down the front of my shirt while riding in a cab whizzing down Broadway! Yep. been there. done that.

    WordPress- satisfying all your projectile urges!

    • It would have been something if you’d have said, Well, I only have the ferret instead of just the kids — then we’d have to talk — lol!

      I love it “WordPress- satisfying all your projectile urges!” It sho do, it sho do!

  • I love you because you used FUCK and VOMITUS in your posts… and because you are damn funny. This week sure is LONG ass LONG eh?

  • Sandee, you’re one of the most prolific bloggers out there. You have great stuff. You’re entitled to have writer’s block no matter what you may or may not have going on in your life. But I have to say even your comments about being washed up (which you are NOT) are damned funny. And your poem at the end was inspired. I’m snapping my fingers and banging my bongo drums in appreciation.

    • You made me laugh again! — That finger snapping and bongo banging is so, like, cool daddy-o, and I’m like, so with it, man.

      I’m prolific for now, and that’s good. If I slow down, that’ll be okay too. I hate being compulsive about blogging though. I would precede my blog post on my face book page with “Aunt Sandee’s daily blog post.” I recently took out the ‘daily’ because it made me feel pressure. I’m gearing up for the times when I’m not posting daily.

      I hope you get a good night’s sleep tonight. I’ve been through the insomnia stage. It was gawd awful. I had sleeping pills on stand-by that I never took. I had ‘monkey mind’ — I was preoccupied with money and job issues. As soon as I felt I had a handle on it, I was able to sleep. Nighty, night MW!

  • Writer’s block? Don’t think so. Someone with your imagination will always have something to spew/regurgitate/vomit…somehow it sounds so much more appealing when you say it! xoxoM

      • The beauty of the world…has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder… I think we are never ready for toska… No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom…

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