Read If You Dare =)

Dawn West puts such a poetic spin on uncomfortable, taboo situations.  Most people dare not say the things she says.  Most do not go there, however West does and I absolutely love it!  Her beautifully, descriptive sentences and words make you feel at ease with such odd topics.  The reader doesn’t feel alienated.  The flow of her stories reminds me of a person’s thoughts.  Her stories are unlike any I have read… they delve into the depths of her secret thoughts.  These stories are poetic and unapologetic.  She definitely does not steer away from uncomfortable topics!  Her descriptions of the simplest things pop right out at you, making you want to read more. “ Your pulse like a sack of pissed off worms.” Dawn West is a brilliant contemporary writer who, I hope, will keep publishing her writing.  I love her sense of humor.  “Dawn West (b. 1987) is a nice young lady and a cheap date. She is proud of learning how to say "I finger fucked her" in French. “  NICE!

LINKS:

“My Mojo Rises While Watching National Geographic”

http://sleepsnortfuck.blogspot.com/search/label/Dawn%20West

“Gluteus”

http://sleepsnortfuck.blogspot.com/search/label/Dawn%20West

“Hands”

http://www.postcardshorts.com/read-438.html

“Smoke and Cinder”

http://fictionatwork.com/dss1.aspx

TO JERSEY SHORE or NOT TO JERSEY SHORE, THAT IS THE QUESTION

So... I'm not going to lie. I watch the "Jersey Shore." It is utterly stupid and 
mindless entertainment, yet I find myself drawn to the stupidity. Whether it's 

Snooki or Deena's drunken tumbles in public places or the Situation's 

unnecessary need to lift up his shirt, I watch faithfully. This season the cast is in 

Italy. Why because they are Italian? Lol. Right. It is so embarrassing to watch

their drunken stupidness, but it almost makes me feel better about myself. Well, 

until I think about the insane amount of money they get to act like a$$holes.  The 

show does make me laugh (at them not with them). Although the Ron/Sam drama 

makes me fast forward (yes, I DVR it!) to the next scene. This show makes my IQ 

drop, yet there I am glued to to the TV waiting to see what stupid thing they will 

be doing next.

My Strange Addiction

So... Yesterday I watched a show on TLC that both freaked me out and intrigued me!!  It is called, "My Strange Addiction."  It is odd.  The three half hour episodes that sucked me in last night included a lady who eats dryer sheets, a girl who lives as a baby, a teen who eats plastic and a woman who not only carries  around her husband's ashes, but has taken to eating them. To be honest, the show is awful, but like "Toddlers and Tiaras," I cannot get enough of it.  These people are told that their strange addictions could kill them: dryer sheet lady and ashes woman, in particular.  Yet, they continue on...  If you enjoy oddities or train wrecks, you should TUNE IN!

CREATIVE WRITING...

Wow… Mr. Butler (the father) is in the kitchen making dinner.  As he is frying the onions in his apron, he scurries over to the double decker washer and dryer.  He sighs as he moves the wet clothes into the dryer, but breathes heavily and groans when he opens the dryer to see that it is a white load… full of socks.  He takes them out and inspects the… tossing them in a laundry bin until he can get to it later on that night.  Out of the shadows emerges a carefree woman, Mrs. Butler (the mother).  She goes over to the stove and tastes the onions and scrunches her nose, “They’re not done well enough,” she says as she opens the fridge and opens a soda (for herself).  Mr. Butler is standing there with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.  He watches her take a sip.  She never even offers to open one for him.  Just as quickly as she stepped in, she creeps back out.

           

Moments later a hurricane shows up.  His name is Thomas and he is the youngest.  “Can I have money? Will you drive me to practice?  I need my tie ironed!  Jillian won’t stop bothering me!” whines the slithering snake of a boy.  Mr. Butler doesn’t even bat an eye.  He does each task with ease.  Dogs are barking.  He feeds them, lets them out to go the bathroom and pets each one lovingly.  Night has fallen.  “FINALLY REST!”  Or so he thinks…  Just then his cell phone rings, “Hello? All right.  I will pick up at so and so’s house. Stay right there.”   The man is still in his shirt and tie with an apron on.  He grabs his keys and goes to his daughter’s rescue.  The wife is nowhere to be seen.  His son has taken all he has.  The man is a modern day saint.  

Really? Toddlers and Tiaras

Ok... so, I have a secret addiction to the ridiculous show called "Toddlers and Tiaras."  Do not judge me!  Well, in my defense my DVR kicked the bucket which left me without the luxury of watching my favorite shows and NO COMMERCIALS!! I found myself drawn to this train wreck of a show for a few reasons:
A.  It is absolutely insane.
B.  The parents are crazy.
C.  It was like I could not look away.
So... I found it On Demand and watched about 10 episodes.  I feel bad for these little kids with godzilla moms and dads pushing them to perform or at the very least dress like prostitutes to win prizes.  The worst had to have been when one mother gave her daughter a "magic drink," aka Red Bull.  This little girl was all of 6 years old, up at the crack of dawn for a pageant, and super cranky... so, mom gives her a Red Bull? Right! Great parenting right there!!   I'm not even sure I recommend it... It is awful, yet I'm oddly drawn to it!