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Sarah Rittel

... is discovering her personal legend...

About Me


....an excerpt from a Charles Baudelaire poem, as translated by Louis Simpson:
"Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking . . . ask what time it is, and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: 'It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.'"
I would rather be alone doing what I do than talking to anyone.
That was a lie. I love the sound of my own voice. Talk to myself frequently.
I lie a lot, but confess immediately.... or eventually.
I enjoy drinking excessive quantities of wine. But who doesn't, really?
I overanalyze everything.
I am a vapid narcissist
I am probably crazy.
Scratch that, I am DEFINITELY crazy
I am always right.
I am the queen of the blanket statement.
I only date closet homosexuals with warm fuzzy feelings and repressed urges.
I am brutally honest if I like you, and feel no shame in telling you what you want to hear if I feel indifferent.
I bask in my own hypocrisy.
Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
pretty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top
Lucille Clifton

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 5/18/2006
Band Members: Myself, the Stallion (on sick leave), and the Prophet.
Influences:


The Ever-Growing List of What "Influences" My Music:
"The Devil", coffee, cats, needle spooning, substances, literature, hearing things, religious fanatics, masochism, political and social uprising, extremism, pessimism, sexism, hedonism, idealism, narcissism, the invention of the "ism", drama, "love", existential crisis, boys, sometimes men, zaftig women, mermaids, tattoos, astrology, boys that think they are men, pheromones, my spiritual sisters, the Elements, Freud, books, beautiful films, silence, Shamans, laughing for no reason, cheese, wine, bastard little dogs, candles, incense, concerts, funerals, martyrs, energy healing, karma, pirates, whiskey, ferns, tan lines, reincarnation, essential oils, sleep deprivation, secrets, the ocean, nightmares, tarot cards, WINE, indigo children, whores, rolling cigarettes, lucid dreaming, hairy feet, islands, Goddesses, art, grief, romance, psychological disorders, vegetables, "That Which Is Seemingly Unattainable", channeling, turmoil, the tide, PMS, vampires, magic, dead trees, rainy days, chocolate, rocks, time, cultural bullshit, imagination, bic razors, sexual frustration, observation, gay men that think they are straight, earthquakes, dragonflies, tongue piercings, did I mention sex?, hand gestures, the word 'FUCK', domestic disputes, pedophiles, torture, self deprication, Lestate the Wondercat, mountains, rage, going commando, late night glasses of water, bare feet, couch surfing, no regrets, laughing at my own bad jokes, kicking ass, taking numbers, free drinks, Colorado Springs (oh the hell), horoscopes, one night stands, hair dye, Rum (yarrrr, darling ), tunnel vision, a brain like the sky, poverty (my own, not yours), musicmusicmusicmusicmusic!, and THE MOON.
I will Marry This Man:

Or This Man:

Or This Woman:

Or I Will Marry This Man, No Others are Acceptable ANYMORE

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Sounds Like: I'm sitting in a room, playing the guitar for my cat.
Record Label: Siren
Type of Label: None

My Blog

the preparation for a bad day

I was resting on the inside of a doorstep last night, the screen open, my head on a pillow watching the moon, and I didn't feel cold. I was practically outside, but I couldn't feel anything. Str...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 02:49:00 PST

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All I have are my hands. No wisdom here, no more than this. I am no entrepreneur. I am not wise. And most of what I have to say is a crock of shit. When we are young, we believe that our hands are ca...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 07:34:00 PST

Snow, Colorado, and my morning coffee

The middle of October, and it has snowed. I thought that I was going to be pissed, but instead... well... It reminds me of a place I have never called home. But miss nonetheless. [sip] Ah, well. The ...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:17:00 PST

The Presidential Debate

Okay, Mrs. Palin, you may call your hopeful commander and chief a Maverick, but I tell you what.   Obama is a Misfit. And even though they both have a bit of a rebellious streak... I prefer an em...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 08:31:00 PST

Open mic nights are my crack

Enough with the negativity, right? Life sucks and we deal with it... gotta pay attention to the good stuff, and performing is becoming a new high for me. I am so excited I can hardly stand it.   ...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 06:46:00 PST

Self improvement is masturbation... fer real

Okay, so whether or not I am on the upswing by definition, I have something to say... [shocking, I know... zip it] Broken record, I am, so I must reiterate for the gazillionth time that this idea ...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:38:00 PST

Carma

Three flat tires in a year. I shit you not. Three days into my first fling with sobriety. Not a dark and stormy night by any means, but a damned fine day in Utah which made me even more bitter. Then&...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 09:35:00 PST

The Luck

Sister tells me it takes years to make a real friend, or to get to the point where you can have real conversations with someone. I guess its easier to have many people with whom you share the nothingn...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 11:05:00 PST

When the mood strikes-

The update:Today makes six weeks sober. Wowzer. No applause necessary, I guarantee I have been pathetic enough not to merit any congratulations, but the deed is done.The last time I tried to do this, ...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 08:08:00 PST

Sunday

When I was a kid, I went to church every sunday morning... at least until I reached adolescence and decided it wasn't for me, but even then I would still go to keep the peace. I think it's weird ...
Posted by Sarah Rittel on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 10:01:00 PST