trash head...
Labels: depression, pregnant, self hatred
posted by marlena rivers at
7:35 PM
Monday, March 12, 2007
About Me
- Name: marlena rivers
- Location: Brooklyn, New York, United States
my name is marlena rivers...yeah, sounds like a fake name or porn star name, and it is a fake name. no i'm not a porn actress, but i had to create a name for this blog. because i'm not OUT at work about the bipolar thing... so some of this blog is about the dual identity thing... because it is a trip and i feel like a double agent, posing at work as a "normal" person and out to some friends and family... This blog used to focus on my relationship with my little doggie but he died in 2009. It also used to involve comic strips. I hope to bring that back sometime soon. Meanwhile I'll be focusing on the idea of "hiding" my bipolar disorder and what that is like for me, and if it has changed since having the "baby" who is not a baby any more!
Previous Posts
- up late can't sleep
- finally, it's up or, better late than never...
- i don't know what to call this...
- lazy lazy lazy pregnant lady...
- oops... we missed last week's post...
- 100 things about me and elvis...
- Big News: Comic Strip Changes Name!
- my super duper guacamole
- Yes we're back but cannot post comix today...
- better late than never...
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12 Comments:
Oh, Marlena, that is so graphic!
I hate horror films.
Here, let dingo dog and dancer help.
Scene: Southern Belle Dancer and Dingo Dog take the Delta Flight out of Atlanta to NYC ASAP.
Dancer, who currently has leukemia, and only weighs 100 lbs throws dingo dog through the window of Marlena's front window (in her Posh New York Apartment)---neighbors think that the Southern Belle is crazy (they are actually correct).
Dingo Dog survived with only minor lacerations.
Elvis is now on the back of Dingo Dog's left leg, growling (he is possessive).
Dingo Dog and Dancer do not let this stop their attempt at Saving Marlena from TRASH HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dancer is small and fatigued by now, so she is crawling toward Marlena, BEGGGING, MARLENA TO STOP,
EVERYONE LOVES YOUR BLOG
Dingo Dog has started licking Marlena's right inner calf at which point, Marlena starts laughing so hard that she has to put down her weapon of choice or she will wet her pants.
Dancer takes the weapon, gives it to Elvis, who quickly disposes of the weapon.
Denzel walks in and Southern Belle Dancer asks if we can go to some really cool New York restaurant while she is in town.
No one ever knows about the NEAR Trash Head Scene.
And EVERYONE continues To LOVE Marlena's Blog
(((((dancer and dingo dog)))))
hi dancer,
thanks for you funny story. i didn't realize you are a southern belle!
anyway my head is still intact for now. when i showed denzel the comic and was complaining about my stupidity drawing the garbage can with the top not open he said it was drawn like that because i was not sure i really wanted to open the trash and throw my head out.
anyway every night that i throw my head out a new just as annoying one grows in its place. maybe that will be the next comic...
hey there,
denzel sounds so great! to psycho analyze your drawings :-)
yes, i am a southern belle. i even took white gloves and party manners when i was 7 (maybe that is why i have bipolar disorder)--just teasing.
anyway, i got a little funky granola when i lived in chapel hill/durham...so, i like to think that i am the best of both worlds
(now if i could just convince some hot prince charming that leukemia and bipolar "really are not THAT scary"---maybe if i say it with my southern drawl???)
i look fwd to the next sketch.
:-)
dancer
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aaawww marlena...don't trash your head...Elvis and the baby need you...so do I...remember all of my friends live in my computer...so keep your head and keep bloggin.
how else am I going to keep in touch with Elvis? *scratch, scratch*
thanks for the comments ol lady and amateur dancer.
why do people make comments and delete them? seems pretty rude. i just went to look at the comments as i was excited there were more and most of them are deleted. i'm depressed enough and in a really shitty mood. i don't need people to write adn delete comments...
just makes my day slightly worse than it already is.
Marlena...I love the way you express yourself through your drawings..did you go to art school?
I hope that you feel better soon and keep your head in tact..we love you here and your baby needs to see his/her mother's face :)
Loved Dancer's story...
By the way, how is New York? I would go to New York City ALL the time when I lived in Long Island...gosh I miss it!
Hope all is well.
hi dream writer,
thanks for the sweet comment. nope. no art school. i've taken some random classes and workshops involving art materials...
i hate to sound negative and complainy, but new york sucks right now. all day it was snow/sleet/raining and cold and wet. poor elvis could barely go outside. he hates wet weather. i'm ready for spring...
You don't sound negative...I know what you mean about New York. I miss the "culture" of it all...the theatres, restaurant, New York Cuisine!!!
Where I moved to there is NO culture, no good food, no good theatre...
I miss the shopping, Central Park, Rockefella Center, and so on.
In 1993 at Madison Square Garden I saw ROD STEWART in concert..It was awesome!
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