Ode To Supa

This poem was used against me in divorce court in June of 2004 as proof that I am an alcoholic. I am leaving this poem up, because I love Supa and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.

A tribute in poorly-executed couplets

Supa is supa!
A real trooper!

When I first met her, I feared for the worst
We hung out for a while, and then her appendix almost burst

She raises some little chickens
We play beautyshop in the kitchen

She can drink me under the table
Together we are very unstable

Supa’s totally the bomb
I love my friend, the other punk-rock mom.

[picture lost to the sands of server time.]

Here are Supa and I on the �Cocktail Cruise for Moms� that I went on at the end of last summer. I have to goggle at my giant rack in this picture. I have lost thirty pounds since this picture was taken, and it shows in more recent photos. Also, you can see the wedding ring on my finger, the horror! And this is the party I was macking on that German girl at. I am such a dick.

I wish my hair was still pink and orange…spring is coming, don’t tell me it’s not.

18 thoughts on “Ode To Supa

  1. Aaaagh! You’re so cute! Briefly, I imagine leaving my husband and sharing your hair dye. *sigh* It’s the black rubber bracelets. They get me every time.

  2. Is that a wedding ring? It looks like one of those campaign-colored diamonds. I hear those are in fashion now.
    And hey, look, this is me not making a crack about other people probably goggled at your giant rack too. I swear, I’m getting so mature it’s just disgusting.

  3. SJ! SJ! SJ!
    I can’t even begin to describe how much I love you. The pleasure of a new post — all about me!!!!! You are fantastically delicious!!

  4. Joshua: No, I was married too long ago to get one of those new trendy rings. It was a garnet set in white gold.

  5. Oh, how cool to finally see a pic of the two youngest and punkest moms on the ship. I say, my seester has the greatest best friend ever!

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