melenico

4th haiku '2010

reezy — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 12:00:07 GMT

ash moving skyward
is far more thought-provoking
than its ancestors.

reezy — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:55:02 GMT

Where has the time gone and where is it going now? The term is almost up. I've been so busy, it's crazy. My counseling position is the best job I've ever had, hands down. The staff is really caring and cool. The people I'm helping are lovable characters who have taught me so much in such a short period. It's the most rewarding experience, also an intense one while going to school. It takes a lot of emotional energy to deal with people's stuff and even though I'm built for it, lately I've felt burned out. I have 2 papers due and a final tommorow with zero energy to deal with any of it at the moment because I had a class this weekend.

The class was a SAR (Sexual Attitude Reassessment) and it was fantastic. We had a panel of transgendered people come in and talk about their life experiences yesterday which was the best part to me. It's not that I didn't get it before but hearing it from the horse's mouth really added a new dimension of understanding. This morning we started off by covering "zoophila/bestiality"; we watched a long, quite old and actually illegal footage of this Scandinavian farm girl getting it on (orally too) with her collie first, followed by a huge and dirty boar (this is where I almost barfed in my purse) and finally a horse - uh, wow. What a way to start the day. Pretty intense. In the afternoon, we had a panel of people from the BDSM world come in and talk about that community and show us some interesting toys.

The last segment was on HIV/AIDS. My professor, Dr. Patti Britton is someone I admire so much - she's very accomplished - so knowledgeable and cool, so warm, caring and bubbly. I had another class with her last spring. She started this section by playing a few clips of Bill Maher joking on the politics of sex education which was very funny. Following, she reads us these journal entries written by a woman dealing with her daughter dying of AIDS and how she couldn't get her into hospitals because of protocol that the patient must speak for themselves as to what's ailing them. At this point the girl had AIDS-related dementia and wasn't capable of that much less taking in any fluids thus she was completely dehydrated. It was was just horrendous to listen to. At the end she told us that it was her daughter. It felt like such a blow - my heart literally broke. But her calling arose from this pain and she's doing the world so much good.

new bike!

reezy — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 22:20:42 GMT

During an extremely broke period I went through this summer, I took out a loan against a pair of diamond earrings. Yesterday, I went to the pawn shop and bought them back. My bike totally rusted out beyond repair from the salt air so I haven't been riding in 2 months. Timing is everything because there was an awesome Giant woman's bike (girl seat and all) for $120 in the pawn shop. It's brand spankin' new with shocks too. That bike would normally go for like $500. So I went back and got it this morning. Deal!

my domain!

reezy — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 06:47:27 GMT

Hmm, so I just got an email from someone wanting to buy my old domain name for the hypnotherapy biz - swiftchange.com. I changed it to swiftchangehypnotherapy.com a while back but held onto the old one just because uh, I thought of it dammit and it could come in handy later, maybe? So, hmm do I sell it? And how much do I sell it for?

reezy — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 06:27:40 GMT

Wow, it seems like the floodgates of career opportunity have burst open which is such a crazy feeling because I've struggled so much for so long trying to find employment out here. I got another opportunity to work a few hours per week doing hypnotherapy at Healing Bodywork, a small, cozy and super nice spa on 5th street in Santa Monica. Yippee!

Decompression...Ahhhh

reezy — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 21:27:48 GMT

Saturday was the LA Decompression Party. And man, did I need to decompress! I've been working my tail off trying to get my life in order - career, better living situation (Playa Del Rey is quiet and peaceful!) so I felt I deserved a good party night. And it was one. I made a hat with flowers sticking out of it that said "long-term fx" and got lotsa compliments!

We went to 3 different after parties, all of which were really cool and cheap. Met a few interesting heads. Saw a lot of people I hadn't seen in forever because I haven't been out including my old roommate/friend who I made peace with. (Not that I have any plans of letting him into my private world again, but I believe in forgiveness and it's nice to have closure. As things have fallen more into place, I've begun to view past events, even relationships, as preparation). The "Goddess Alchemy Project" was a highlight as far as music went. In any case, I danced and hooped until about 9am and my body is sore in a good way.

Alaskan Adventure

reezy — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 23:12:19 GMT

After an exhausting move from Venice to my new, super sweet and QUIET place in Playa Del Rey (it has been ages since I've had a good living situation), the plan was to get in the car and go to Burning Man. But when the time came, I couldn't bring myself to even think about packing for it, driving all the way out there, staking down my tent with rebar etcetera. It just sounded like way too much work. I heard from people later that it was a frat fest and that someone burned the "man" on the second day so I'm glad I wasn't out there with a buncha cranky hippies, haha.
So instead, I went to Anchorage to visit one of my best friends from college, Amy. It's probably been about 6 years since we've seen each other. It was so ridiculously fun. Neither of us have lost our sense of humor so it was pretty much a laugh marathon for the 5 days I was there. We went mountain biking through a place called Hatcher's Pass, went to another spot called Frontage, hiked up to Exit Glacier (holy cow!), and saw a drag show that was in town from Vegas which was really hilarious and random. Cher, Gwen Stefani, and Barbara Streisand were the drag celebs - so funny. One day we took a tram up to Alyeska, a ski resort in the winter, a huge grassy mountain in August. We were laughing about something as it came to a stop and this foreign woman yelled "shut up!" at us. We turned around and looked at her and she was like "I'm trying to hear what the (tram conductor) was saying" which was nothing except for "here we are at the top." Of course this just made us laugh harder and became a running joke the whole entire time I was there (i.e. "my ears just popped and I told'em to 'shuuut up!'"). We layed on the tundra and laughed our asses off about it forever.
Amy's fiance hunts and so I got to try some caribou sausage which is sooo yummy. I also ate the freshest salmon I've ever had in my life. They're a great couple. Brad definitely a good match for her. It makes me happy to see her doing so well. I'm going to go back up there next June 21st (summer solstice) for the wedding.

The Big Three-Oh

reezy — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 20:24:59 GMT

The best part of my 30th birthday: Nitai and I went to a bar around the corner during the day for margaritas. She asked the bartender to pour some extra tequila for the birthday girl. Ruben then came in with a dozen red roses and a balloon that said "Happy 30th." The bartender was like "you are 30?! I figured it was your 21st birthday!" Yep, that's probably the best thing I could've heard that day.
My parents, Ruben, Nitai and I went to The Courtyard for dinner, a great tapas place in West Hollywood. I wore a gorgeous mauve Versace dress and felt fabulous. I was really nervous to introduce Ruben to my parents but it went over just fine. My cake was a creme bulee with one candle. I forgot to make a wish which has never ever happened but it's indicative of something - that I'm pretty happy with all that I have!
I know it's just a number but I set a lot of goals for myself to be accomplished by 30. I haven't quite reached all of them but hey, I have a whole year of being 30 to carry them out. It feels like a lot of things are falling in place for me. Mostly I feel a sense of relief. I am satisfied with the way my 20's went. I squeezed as much fun and craziness out of them as possible, dated around enough to know what I want in a partner, tried a million avenues and finally discovered a meaningful and fulfilling career path, traveled Europe, took risks like moving across the country to California by myself, made some healthier lifestyle changes, overcame some difficult personal struggles, became more in touch with myself spiritually and artistically and overall gained a wealth of life experience.

Vending in Venice

reezy — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 06:33:42 GMT

Over before it began, R and I tried to sell some of our art stuff on Beach Front Walk to no avail. I've been painting plaster molds of mantle piece carvings which has been so much fun. Ruben was trying to sell prints of his paintings which are beautiful. We did get a couple compliments like "your stuff is too nice to be out here" but no purchases and after hours of sitting there, it became highly frustrating. Venice Beach can be really overstimulating and it isn't wise to expose yourself to it for long periods. There was an absurd number of ugly people out on July 4th too, I swear. Not worth the headache and retina damage. The guy with the "why lie I need a beer sign" did better than we did. We were joking that we should've forwent a shower and smeared dirt all over ourselves. Our other idea consisted of Ruben not shaving for a week and holding out a sign threatening to detonate if no donations. I guess we were barking up the wrong tree because as we found out, it's rare that people fork out more than 5 - 10 bucks out there. Mostly people just look. Some guy said he was just "looking" and Ruben told him to take the 405 North to the Getty Museum if he wanted to *look* at art. That was a cue that the day should probably come to an end. But fortunately the birds shit all over our stuff - lotsa good luck coming our way!

The Brain Cactus Part II - Even Grosser

reezy — Sun, 20 May 2007 01:46:09 GMT

While living in Malibu, I acquired a lot of plants and cactuses. Now that I'm living in a quark-sized studio apartment in Venice, I have to rotate them so they all get adequate sunshine. I leave some inside and some in the front of the building and routinely swap'em out. The brain sat on my windowsill for longer than it should have. I was reluctant to put it out there because well, it gives people the creeps.

Then I guess I overwatered it because part of it got all soggy and started turning brown while the rest took on a fuzzy gray look. It was confusing! I thought it was dying and so I killed it by accident. I thought I'd take it outside and repot it. If it just had room to grow, it'd be fine. There I was kneeling on the concrete with a spatula trying to dig the sucker out of its current home. It wouldn't budge which meant I was going to have to remove it with my hands.

I couldn't bring myself to touch it for more than a nanosecond so I got a plastic bag and tried to pull it out with that but I couldn't even touch it through the bag without serious williness going on. I decided that the best course of action would be to delicately dump it out onto the ground, turn it over, then put it in the larger pot. So I did just that but when I turned it over, it just fell into pieces because of its sogginess. Barfarama! Somehow I got it into the plastic bag but I don't remember how - perfect example of how the mind blocks out memories of traumatic events - and laid it to rest in el dumpstero.

(There will not be a Part III to this story and I'm very thankful for that.)

reezy — Mon, 14 May 2007 19:12:02 GMT

Yesterday I attended a vipassana sit. I haven't been to one in quite a while. It was really amazing. There is something about meditating with a group that really helps me to get into it faster and deeper. It isn't as though I'm unaware of my thoughts but I always realize how much certain things/people are really on my mind without the buffer of passing cars, chatter, or music. Thoughts are amplified and emotions become more visceral. Sometimes I don't allow myself to feel painful emotions - hurt, anger. This is why meditating is good for me. It's frustrating to feel like you can't let go of something but it takes time. No sensation is permanent, not even the pain of loss.

reezy — Wed, 09 May 2007 19:19:00 GMT

I just got wind that a guy in my college crew got killed in a car accident. My heart dropped into my stomach. Sometimes it's too easy to forget how fragile life really is, that it doesn't last forever. It makes me sad to think that there are a couple of people with whom I have unsettled differences, friends that use to be close that have drifted away. Will these relationships circle back around in this lifetime? It's frustrating to realize that you only have so much control over these sorts of things.

Thank You for De-Myspacing Me

reezy — Wed, 02 May 2007 02:27:27 GMT

I can't say that I have it all figured out or anything but what I do know is that I'm in a happier space spiritually than I have been in years and it's a result of working really hard on myself, dealing with the stuff that most people avoid dealing with their entire lives until it bites them in the bum. As a result, I've been able to see my relationships with a lot more perspective. This past year or so has been really painful as some friends have just fallen away from me. What I've found is that certain people can't stand to see me happy. Finding my direction career-wise cost me my closest friend from college. Whereas jealousy most always involves a third person and stems from love (i.e. keeping a relationship that you value), envy involves two people and arises from a place of hatred.

The latest of these cases is/was (?) a friend of mine who is about 20 years older than I am and desperately wants a man in her life but is soooo negative about the possibility (the odds are always against her) of finding love that I'd be shocked if it actually ever happens for her. At first I didn't get it - the sudden cold shoulder (not returning my calls or emails for days/weeks at a time), picking a really petty argument, saying insensitive things...then the light went off. Eureka, she can not stand that I'm in a happy relationship!

Envy enjoys bursting someone's bubble and one easy way to do that is to withdraw your friendship, support, and love. Wow, another one bites the dust I guess. The bummer on my end is that I feel like there are a very select few with whom I can share my joy. They know who they are.

*To the others, I extend my gratitude for appropriately removing their bedwetting selves from my myspace profile...(and for the record I hate that cheesy site!)

coinkydink?

reezy — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 03:02:38 GMT

I'm doing (or I should say procrastinating on at the moment) a research paper for my Human Sexuality class. My topic is transcendence via pain in the world of BDSM. While writing the intro, I recalled a passage from a book I read a while ago and lent out to a friend - The Holographic Universe. So I walked to Small World Books and because I'm a combination of blind and lazy, I asked the guy behind the counter if they carried it. "One of my favorites," he said. "Did someone recommend it to you?" I told him I'd read it before and wanted to use something in it for a paper. He rang me up and stuck a bookmark in the book. I got home and sitting on my bed, thought to myself, "man, it's probably going to take a while to find the passage." I opened the book and the guy had stuck the bookmark on the page where the passage was. That very page...out of 300 some pages. It was to my freaky-deaky delight.

Tobi's First Paid Job

reezy — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 04:19:36 GMT

Today Tobi (my feet) got paid to be "worshipped." I have to say, getting yogurt licked off your feet is a pretty easy gig. Now supposedly, the "footage" goes to some fetish shop in China. I was laughing earlier at the thought that Tobi is helping many Chinamen to be happy! Although he's super chill and finds it amusing, my boyfriend isn't so hot on the idea of me doing this regularly so I quit. Is it cheating if it's just feet??? I mainly went just so I could work out getting a copy of the video so I can use it in the socumentary. So my worshipper is sending a copy to my agent - Natasha Feetz (aka my best friend Nitai). Time to find some legit foot modeling work! I am one silly, silly girl.

putting the happy in "happy new year"

reezy — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 21:52:24 GMT

Since January, my life has been a series of crazy events that pretty much left me in nervous breakdown territory. My ex-roommate and I were going to move into a new place together and he pretty much lied to me about having his share of the move-in money. Long story short - he needs rehab and a lot of counseling. His problem is much bigger than I had previously understood until close to the end. I was helping to cover everything while he waited on his fictitious check from New York until I saw that he has no problem taking advantage of people (even supposed good, supportive friends like me!) and lying about things in order to support his habit while not having to work. That I don't respect. I understand depression and addiction but I don't want to live with it for one and two I'm not willing to help people who aren't willing to help themselves. He put this ad on tribe like "help me learn how to receive," asking people to paypal him because he was having hard times. He threw himself a fundraiser at the old house then partied the money away, content to see me broke and stressed out beyond belief.

At first I tried to fight him for the property but even though I was the one who put down everything, he snowed the landlord by spinning out a bunch of new-agey garbage about what he intended to "bring to the land" so I was essentially homeless while this guy had to "decide" between us. I figured that if it was even a decision, the two of them deserved each other. So we had a meeting and I took the opportunity to call him out and humiliate him in front of his new landlord who he has to see on a daily basis. It was worth my pretty penny to cut my losses and shred his selfish ass. It's too bad I didn't bring along a tape recorder because I was on fire! Haha. "Why don't you *manifest* yourself a bank account," I said. "The universe is trying to tell you you're a slimy shit."

I don't need this deadbeat stuff in my life and there is soooo much of it here in the land of flakes and nuts. When I picked up my reimbursement, the landlord was like "I think you're really wonderful and you're welcome here anytime. I'm already having problems with Jesse and I have to live with my decision to let him live here."

So that spelled the end of roommate life for me. I have my own really nice, affordable studio apartment in Venice and I'm happier than ever. Living in LA has been a crash course in discernment and has taught me a lot about where my boundaries should lie. I'm a very giving person with a huge heart and sometimes I tend to make emotional decisions which aren't in my best interest. Perhaps I give to much to fast. I have to shield myself from people who are insincere in their motives. I need to observe people longer, recognize the red flags earlier and avert this type of drama.

Tobi's Very First Interview!

reezy — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 10:35:38 GMT

Tobi is my "toego" and otherwise a profile I created on tribe.net as a joke. Feetz (Nitai) is my agent and Tobi lives in LA to "be discovered in sandals." Well, I actually just earned Tobi a job paying $20/hr for what these people call "foot worship." Uh, more like foot porn. Tobi sold her sole! The puns never end here. Can't wait to see the footage, har. I basically drove to Sherman Oaks for an interview that consisted of a hot Puerto Rican guy sucking on my feet for about an hour. Then I left and my car was - towed- very funny but true (not to mention inconvenient). Well, it's good for the Sockumentary I am making about Tobi's foot modeling career.

Thanks Universe!

reezy — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 21:42:25 GMT

For bringing me the best Christmas and New Year's gift ever - an amazing beautiful man that totally digs me and vice versa. Blows that other guy I was obsessing about out of the water! Of all places, we met at the Chevron on Lincoln and Venice Blvd. Haha! Yayness. The clerk was sleeping in the back and so we were trying to get his attention. It was so strange - for about the past two months, I've been seeing my lucky number EVERYWHERE - 13. Almost every time I buy something at the store, my change is something 13. It's been so frequent that my friends totally see it when they're with me. Our bills at restaurants will be something 13, etc. It's my birthday so I always notice it and it has popped up in important places - like the number to my therapist's room for example. We're all sensitized to our birthday numbers. This has been out of control in frequency though. So I kept joking that maybe it meant I was going to get lucky. And lucky I got! Looking at my calendar for whatever reason about a week later, I realized that the day I met Robert was December 13th. If that's not out of this world, I don't know what is. I feel so much strong positive energy going into 2007. On New Year's Eve, me and my cousins did a little ritual that I made up - the worthless penny ritual. We cast away that which no longer serves us into a big pond with a waterfall. Now I know where that stuff is and will remain. It was raining and I was barefoot. Now I have a cold but oh well. Love makes me want to do good things for myself - make it all come together. Good energy all around.

Side note: I let Nitai borrow my car while I was out of town. She returned it to me totally clean and organized. My trunk was full of camping gear and random clothes, shoes, etc. - the product of many a road trip. All the clothes were washed and put neatly in a bag and everything in the trunk has it's own little proper area. I think that is seriously one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me in my entire life! I am so blessed to have such a great best friend :D

reezy — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 07:03:47 GMT

This year's theme in my life has been relationships - redefining some, gaining perspective on some, and washing my hands of others. Today I pretty much ended what's left of my friendship with Melissa (my college bud) who has been dishing out passive-aggressive jealous girlie shit for quite a while now and I've about had it. It's so weird how such young people allow themselves to be so bitter, ew. So I put a big "fuck you" in her Christmas stocking basically. I made sure to tell her that I do care about her and that maybe we can be friends later but for now I regret that she doesn't meet my criteria for friendship. Maybe one day she will again...when she gets a clue that she's responsible for her own happiness, no one else. It still feels really shitty but not as shitty as allowing someone to hurt you just because you love them.

Today I went off in therapy about how I don't think I can even date someone who isn't in the field now and Nona actually agreed with me and said that she can't either. After doing this much work on myself, so many people that I know appear to be emotionally unevolved to the point that it's pathetic to witness their lesser choices and actions. It's like watching George from Seinfeld. I feel embarassed for them. I see through people "as if they are made of hard plastic," as David Sedaris says. It is both a blessing and a curse.

I can't wait for New Year's.

reezy — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 03:02:12 GMT

Still no word from the boy and I've been obsessing over it and polling everyone on the issue because why not. It seems as though a 1950's mindset is still in place for a lot of folks. That is what I've discovered. My friend Jewel chalks it up to a case of "oxytocin poisoning" but I really liked this fish I have to say. Last night I went out with the subgroup gals like I do every Wednesday and they helped me formulate the perfect text message - seductive, but confident: "We have unfinished dinner..." It hints at the fact that we never actually made it through dinner although we were already at the restaurant - yep, pretty much downed our first cocktail and jetted to my house for dessert, lots of dessert...yummy yummy dessert...mmmm mmmm yumiliscious. If he returns, I'm going dom on his ass for bad communication skills. For now I get to try and stop thinking about him. There are only a million hot men in this city. It's like a candy store, I tell myself. I'm at a point in my life where my approach to singlehood is pretty laissez-faire. I put my goods on the table. I'm well aware of how amazing I am so if whatever given man doesn't see it, or sees it but it scares him, that means I can either file them away under "R" for "Retarded" or "E" for eunich, or maybe even "D" for "Douchelord" (I learned that word from an Onion article today and think it's fantastic).

Thanksgiving

reezy — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 20:48:30 GMT

I had one of the lovliest Thanksgivings. It was a hodge-podge of people at my friend Simone's loft which is this amazing space. She's a designer and man, what a table. I've never seen such presentation - fabrics, floating candles, yummy food. It was really fun. Afterwards, we all curled up and watched "Hair" on the big movie screen and passed out.

reezy — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 09:49:49 GMT

I usually don't "date." I either have casual to semi-casual sex or a particular connection with someone will hit me like a ton of bricks, just be really obvious, and I'll flow with it for whatever is. BUT I've never had this particular concoction before. One of the most notably romantic dates of my life took place last Sunday. The energy between us was ridiculous. No doubt we both had a great time. My fucking god is he sexy. We laughed a lot, danced, sparks flew, yada yada. So what's keeping him from calling me? My suspicion is that he's trying to figure out what to do with this other woman in his life that he told me about because he wanted to be brutally honest that he thinks "the relationship deserves a chance when or if she ever comes back." "I appreciate the honesty," I said. "I really value clear communication...I guess I"ll just have to win you over," (kiss). That was at the very beginning of the date. Who knows what he's thinking now - now that I haven't heard from him in a week. Half of my friends say call him. The other half say that that would not elevate my status. So I pulled a frou frou Angel Card on it: Oceana - "Take action. You're in touch with your truth in this situation and you need to trust your gut and lovingly assert myself." Well, fuck me. Text message it is, I decided - a nice middle ground but then it was way too late when I got out of the gym (11 potentially being an hour that could easily catapult me into psycho-chick category). I have nothing to lose but at the same time silence is the goldenest (is that a word yet? it is now) way to assert yourself with men in the beginning. Is this is a beginning? Hmmph. I can't stand it. Need to hunt down some good straight dude advice. In any case, it's fun to have some newly-single excitement. Superb for dieting too!!!

13 is the magic number

reezy — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 01:23:09 GMT

I was born on the 13th of July. Conversating about whatever at a party a few weeks ago, I recall telling this girl about how I see the number everywhere which was kind of a half-truth - not everywhere but in important places. For instance, when I first went into therapy two years ago, I had to press a number 13 buzzer to go in and see Nona. I was so depressed and didn't see the point of shit in life but the fact that my lucky number happened to be her office number for some reason kept me going back - a little sliver of hope. So ever since I had that conversation a few weeks ago, the number 13 is everywhere. It's ridiculously everywhere. I know that if you become sensitized to something, you notice it more but this isn't about that. If I go to the store, something costs $1.13 or whatever. My friend Nitai who spends like every day with me sees it with me. It's really bizarre. Maybe I'm about to get lucky!

MIndfreak Groupie!

reezy — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 13:11:38 GMT

Lunesta is weak shit and at 4:05 in the morning I'm proud to say that my mind is still overactive and weighing the pros and cons of doing the deed with the fuckaliscious Chrissangel of A&E.

(Example Pros:
If he were onstage bending a spoon, I could tease my hair and toss my panties around it (true groupie moment!)
He would probably know *exactly* what I want him to do next.)

(Example Cons:
I'm really grumpy in the morning and the spoon-bending thing might get in the way of my mini-wheating.
He would probably know *exactly* what I plan on doing to him next (and when!) which leaves no room for surprise, does it now. Why have long hair then? Shit.

I'm totally going to throw my panties on Chrissangel's bent spoon

barfola

reezy — Sun, 05 Nov 2006 02:06:42 GMT

I saw probably the single most gross thing in my entire life today. Being from where I'm from and now living out here, I am always dazzled by the different flora native to California and the west coast in general. Finally I got my wish - to live in a beautiful house with room to grow a garden. I haven't started on the veggies yet. I figured I'd begin with cacti and if I don't kill them (which I have done, yes, so irresponsible, I know) I can move on to things that require more watering. So I started a little garden. I have 6 prickly babies (all different kinds) growing at an alarming rate and so I got excited and went back to the nursery today for more. I happened upon a cactus that looks like a brain and being as though that's what I'm in school studying, naturally it was a taker. "Oh, the brain cactus. I love these!" said the lady at the counter just before the thing totally exploded with ants that had colonized in it. I am not a girl who grosses out easily by any means but it made me want to barf, then shower, then barf again. Seriously, poo has nothing on this one. That scene trumps any in "Le Chien Andaloo." I picked another "brain cactus" but it's still in the back seat of my car. I can't even bring myself to look at it. I really think I'm going to have to return it, or give it away to someone and try not to tell them but then I don't think I'd wanna even hang out with whomever that is because of the association.