I'm Pam Newman.
I am awesome every day & you are too.
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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
This is an Internet love letter to Pam. I wish you all had the great fortune to be friends with Pam because when I am scraping the bottom of my internal pep talk reservoir, all I need to do is think about recent conversations I’ve had with her and things get better. Because the way that Pam talks about the world is like grass breaking through sidewalk cracks.
Aww! Kels! Your wisdom, candor and ability to use multisylabelic words for humor are unparalleled. Thank you.
You’re one fierce broad.
A few others, unnumbered:
- Chatting with Pam and her butt.
- Jack In The Box tacos
- Podcasting with Stephanie and Paige
- Gummy Worms
- My brother’s pics of Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick posing with his Space Shark character
- Myrna being the designated driver so I can smoke a cigarette with my right hand
- Text Messages from anyone
Aww, snap! That’s sweet, Marianna. Thanks!
My Best Friend’s name is Leighann. We’ve been friends since we were like 12 or 13, and somehow have successfully maintained a friendship where we have gone through entire years without speaking to or seeing each other.
Leigh’s only a Ph.D away from being a doctor and knows lots of psych shit. Her job is pretty much what a psych doctor ought to do, but because she’s a social worker she gets paid dick to do it.
Anyway, I talk to her on the phone maybe 2-4 times a month and we talk about lots of cool stuff. We talk about the economy, education, race relations, travel, and last night we talked about drugs.
We talked a lot about drugs.
Prescription drugs that people get physically addicted to (o hay Xanax, I’m talking about you) and the awful effects of Alcohol withdrawal. We talked about how crack has a stiffer legal penalty than cocaine and how that equates to institutionalized racism. We talked about pot and how it’s really not that bad for you and has essentially zero withdrawal symptoms. Hell, quitting pot might do you a solid.
She’s fucking awesome, and I miss her a lot. One day Leighann and I are gonna go on a world adventure together and party like crazy people in exclusive, tropical locations.
This afternoon I saw my friends Kri and Hettie (l-r, also their band name) perform at WFPK 91.9 for Live Lunch!
Live Lunch is an in-studio radio program here in Louisville open to the public every Friday. Local and national artists come through and rock the airwaves. My gurls made it happen!!
Kri and Hettie are a loving blend of pop, folk and hip-hop. They write love songs in a way that sounds kinda like TLC, Cheryl Crow, and Atomsphere made a baby. They played a fantastic set, answered some questions about their trip to Paris and creating commissioned music inbetween wowing everyone with their new jams. They gave me a shoutout during their set & quoted me. Aww, thanks Kri! <3
The Leo Osborn, who livestreamed Motherlodge (the show I was in a while back & shared here), also took video of this show. I’ll post it up if he makes it avalible!
Anyway, Kri and Hettie are among my top 5 freinds on the planet. Hopefully we’ll be hanging out more often and soon.
Three of my closest friends live far away. I’m in louisville and they are in rural kentucky, philadelphia, and japan. I got to speak to the Americans today.
I don’t realize how badly I miss them until about an hour into the seamless conversation that makes it feel like we ate lunch toghether just yesterday.
I never talk on the phone for fun anymore. I haven’t gotten an unexpected phone call that wasn’t from someone’s pocket in a very long time. Also, I had forgotten how much fun talking on the phone can be when you’re talking about real stuff.
It’s so nice to interact with people who I genuinely love. The only thing that could make it better is if they were my neighbors.
Last night I went out and partied with some folks I don’t get to see often enough. We drank stuff and danced or asses off.
Last night I was drunk enough that some shit mattered that doesn’t matter. It’s hilarious to think about now.
Here’s a list of Shit that Don’t Actually Matter Now from last night:
- I hit on some girl of south Asian (brown skin) decent with some BIG OLE titties who was dancing freaknasty with me. She had a girlfriend (WHO WAS THERE), but kept dancing just as nasty with me anyway.
- I only paid for 2 drinks all night (BALLIN ON A BUDGET BITCHES) and this really nice really gay fella I just met kept buying us all Sake shots. Like, I must have drank an entire bottle of sake worth of shots. (This guy kept telling me how much he LOOOOVVVEED me, and I reminded him of his friend who wore heels, lee-press on’s and had a mustache.)
- I met an adult male personification of every crazy bitch who’s ever starred on the Bad Girls Club. Within 10 minutes of meeting him, I no longer felt like I am missing out because BGC is on a 2 week hiatus. I kept expecting him to try to start some shit. He did, actually. In real life, I realized it’s very easy to squash that kind of shit.
Not present in this photograph on the body parts that they’re made for: Shoes. Shirts. I really like getting away with not having to wear shoes, and Peter is normally not wearing a shirt for 80% of the summer.
“No shoes, no shirt, no problems”
We are on top of my friend Dan’s old car. Peter just posted this on facebook, and I laughed aloud at it.
This is also one of those pictures I was surprised by for a little while… and then, “OH YEAH, I remember,” happened, and it was all good.
I had such a great fucking time this summer. I drank and smoked and partied with all the things. This summer will be even more awesome, and I don’t even know how to prepare for that.
My friends are sweeping me off my feet with kindness.They’re being there for me in some really beautiful ways.
I’m really appreciating it. It’s keeping me from getting all crazy and shit.
But now that I have an overwhelming majority of friends who actually give a damn about me the standards are higher. Whoever is rad enough to want to be in a relationship with me next…
Whatever creation that broke the mold and flew down to earth on a cloud of laptops, alchoholic beverages, rock music and intelectual discussion had better be damn ready to vaccum me off my feet, dust out my closet, and do the laundry.
And amazing sex. Lots of it.