I'm not a soccer hooligan -- I'm dressed like a soccer hooligan.

[raybear]

Last night I dreamt of eating samples of barbecue ribs in a wal-mart and they were soooo good. I haven't eaten bbq in too long. It's almost worth flying down to Atlanta and suffering the scariness of seeing my parents in order to eat at Sonny's for all-you-can-eat chuckwagon night. Which basically means pork, ribs, beef, chicken in any combination you want, as much as you want. Must...go....to...lunch....soon.

This morning after stepping out of the shower and preparing to shave, I started singing showtunes. Well, just one showtune: "Children Will Listen" from Into the Woods. I have no idea why, thogh maybe because my parents made an appearance in my dream last night. But I sounded pretty good. Sophie didn't claw my face or anything.

On the train I listened to a mixtape from about a year ago and I still love the song Shackles (Praise You), no matter how Jesus-y it is. Well, I guess it's less Jesus and more regular God. Speaking of, today is Ash Wednesday -- a holiday I've never celebrated in my entire life and don't understand a bit, since I was raised Protestant and all. I mean, we did the whole Palm Sunday thing, and I was taught that the palms were burned and the ashes used, but we left the actual practice to those crazy Catholics. Occasionally I gave up stuff for lent, like chocolate or soda or whatever. One year I gave up bullshit and I haven't looked back since.

But every year I always get thrown off when I walk around downtown and I see the first person with some schmutz on their forehead and I want to go up and offer my handkerchief, and then realize I've probably committed some sort of blasphemy. I mean, more than I usually do on a given day.

Comments

<b>sooo cute </b>

[beth-a-roo.livejournal.com]

thank you for those fantastic mental images they'll keep me smiling for the rest of the day. ::giggles::

[kaileo.livejournal.com]

LOL... Ash Wednesday is the day the Catholics out themselves -- well, the ones who go to Mass, anyway.

I am such a clean freak that I usually evaded the ashing somehow. I'd be distracted all day just by knowing it was there, probably clogging the pores in the middle of my forehead, and that I'd probably wake up the next day and find a huge zit there. It never happened; I'm just weird like that.

[jkatj.livejournal.com]

Ash Wednesday surprises me every year even though I know it's coming. I was thinking this morning when I saw my first practicing Catholic, "Hey, buddy, you've got some schmutz on your forehead." Seriously, I didn't steal your description above (it happened before I saw this post of yours), I thought of it as schmutz. Then I wondered if using what I believe is a Yiddish word for the ash smear was sinful beyond sinful.

Shumutz. **giggles madly**

[masscooper.livejournal.com]

My ashes always go away quickly because I'm such a fan of layered clothing, and I'm always taking stuff off and putting it back on.

Uhm, in a finicky way, not a sexy way.

Well, sometimes.