A black girl and a white girl were friends. The black girl slept over the white girl's house. It was 3 a.m., and they were still up.

The white girl's mother came downstairs and said "Honey, don't you think it's time for you to go to bed?" The white girl responded, "Shut up. I don't want to go to sleep!" Her mother said, "Okay, honey. You can go to bed later."

The black girl was very intrigued by what happened and decided to use that when she got home. The next night the girl's mother said to the black girl, "Go to bed! It's late!" The black girl shouted, "Shut up. I don't want to go to sleep!" The black girl's mother took one look at her...the black girl started to blink, looked around, and asked, "Where am I?"

A lady came over to the bed abd answered, "You're in the Intensive Care Unit, love."

GRAVE DIGGER -- DAVE MATTHEWS BAND


Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
you can live to 103
and a hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
so, Cyrus Jones lived forever

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Grave digger
When you dig my grave
could you make it shallow
so that I can feel the rain
grave digger

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
now, you should never have to watch as your only children are lowered in the ground
I mean - never have to bury your own babies

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Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
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We all fall down

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Little Mickey Carson '67 to '75
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Oh, 1940 to 1992--

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Grave digger
Grave digger

So, I know I have done some entries in the more recent past about this guy that I am sort of seeing long distance so I know you are done with hearing about it but here is another one. It seems like recently he and I have been having a lot of conversations about what we are doing and where we are going and where we are at and it never seems to go anywhere. They are just "circular" conversations as he would say and I have finally realized why. As much as I thought do this long distance thing on the down-low, I can't because I don't feel like we are really going anywhere right now. It just seems like this is something we got into and now do not want to let go of. Maybe I am saying that because I have met a cute new guy who seems interested but I don't think so. I really don't think this new guy has factored into my thoughts aboutt he guy I am dealing with currently. It just feels like we have hit a wall and we are not going to go anywhere because we can't go anywhere. I mean, it's not like I can go up there for a weekend or something because he lives with is girlfriend and he can't come down here because he is too busy. Now maybe it just me but the truth is if someone cannot make sacrifices to come see me and find some way to work it out so that they can come see me the way I am more than willing to do so for them then I really don't feel like I need to continue pursue anything else. I don't know what I am going to do about him and us but I do know that I need to do something. If anyone has any bright ides please share them with me because I need the help.

I am reading a book of monologues. "TVM" is the abreviation for "The Vagina Monologues". If you have not read it or seen it, whether you are male of female then you must run out and do so right now. It can be a little scary, even in this feminist forward world, because the truth is the number of people who speak about a woman's "down there" is still very small. Despite this recent explosion of vagina awareness, there are still people out there who think of the words like "vagina" as forgein concepts and not really associated with the female persona in a comprehensive and inclusive manner. I can't name a single female that I know of who thinks of her vagina and all it's parts as a part of themselves. No woman I have ever known even talks about it. I don't even talk about it and I think of myself as a pretty openminded and wide-mouthed female who is very open about her sexuality and all it's facets. But I guess that reason I have never really talked about it or thought about it or even considered it a part of myself is because like many of the women who were interviewd, I am a victim of incestous rape. Only recently have I thought of that as even having anything to do with why I am so sexual and so, as my mom would put it, slutty. But I never considered it as a reason why I couldn't look at myself down there, I mean, at my vagina. I won't lie and say I have never, ever looked at my vagina. I mean, I have glanced at it once or twice while in the shower but nothing more. I have never taken control of it or accepted it as some of the women in the book have. It was just there, something that on occasion could give me pleasure but had no other purpose. I never thought about what my vagina would wear if it were a person or what it would say if it could talk. I never considered the possibility that it might have feelings about all the guys who I have had sex with. But that is thing about this book, the monologues. From the very first page they get you to think about you, all of you, not just your vagina. In the last 24 hours I have thought about everything from my vagina to when I was raped as a little girl, to all my relationships, to the guy whom I am ALLOWING to toy with my heart, to my new apartment, to what I really think of love and marriage, to my relationships with other females and that is just the tip of the iceberg that are the thoughts crashing around in my head. I can't even seem to dream of anything else. Vagina is on my mind, my vagina. I know, to someone else who might read this entry this all seems a little creppy and gross and you are asking yourself how I could say this in a public forum with the knowledge that there are people out there who hate me and would take this and use it as a weapon against me, to shame me, but you see, that's the point.
For too long women have been taught nothing but shame when it comes to their bodies and especially their vaginas. Be ashamed, Woman, if your breasts are too big or too small. Be ashamed, Woman, if your thighs spread out even a little bit when you sit down. Be ashamed, Woman, if you like sex and you like feeling pleasure. Be ashamed, Woman, if you are not between a size two and a size six. Be ashamed, be ashamed, be ashamed. Feel hate for yourself if you have sex out of wedlock because you will longer be a child of God but a daugther of the Devil. Feel afraid to look "down there" and feel shame if you look and explore and find yourself beautiful. But most of all, be ashamed to ask a man to look at you, to see you, to feel you, and find you beautiful because you're gross, you're disgusting, and your dirty. BE ASHAMED!

Yesterday, while going home, I heard a story on 1070 am about the forced evacuation of the Gaza Strip. My mom, who was sitting next to me, exclaimed "Yay!" I could not believe what I was hearing. How could she be excited that there was a group of people out there in the world who were being forced to abandon their whole lives to appease the hate of another group of people. Her thought process, which despite it's narrowness in thought, was understandable. She thought once the Israelis left the Gaza Strip that the fighting would end. A naive but admirable hope. However, in my opinion, the fighting is never going to stop because the hate between these two groups, the Israelis and the Palestinians, has not been resolved. Noone ever really fights over land. It is an impossible task because the Earth, as much as people claim ownership of it, cannot be owned. It is a living breathing thing that changes hands faster than water flows which means the terrain that you first claimed to be yours can change so much in a few weeks that it not the terrain you started out with. So how can you own something that holds no likeness to the specifications you started out with? Anyway, that is besides the point. People fight over land because the root of their belief system is that they are better than the people who are currently inhabiting the land which entitles them to take the land and slaughter the former groups existence. When the Americas were first being conquered and colonized it didn't have to do with needing a new place to live or even escaping religous persecution. It was about ego and entitlement. The main justification for displacing and destroying so many rich and active cultures was that the indigenous people were "savages". They did not deserve the land because in the mind of settlers, they were not civilized enough to cultivate and produce "proper" societies. It never occured to any of them that they already had not only functional societies, but properous ones as well. That's this fight for the Gaza Strip is about. Who's right and who's wrong and the fighting is not going to stop until both sides figure out that noone can win here and come to an understanding that will let them coexist. They don't even have to like eachother. They just have to live together. Kind of like most American families.