Laying In Bed With Charlie

We are almost there

Dana "Digi" Braun — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 10:21:43 +0000

I keep turning to my right hoping you will be there.
I’ve been doing this for years longer than you’ve acknowledged me.
I try because I know you show me you do love me. I have trained myself to believe you do.

See… this is my fault. I’ve made you fear loving me. I’ve become dangerous. I strived for that. I wanted to be the dangerous girl – the one who wanted art and experience and never satisfied her hunger for it. I made those mistakes because I felt it made me adapt and grow. I felt strong and in control. I felt like people gave a damn. And now where am I? I’m the girl who settled down and actually found someone to love but ached inside because she’s worried she isn’t good enough.

I fucked myself into a corner.
Honestly – I’m desperately in love with my partner, but I fought hard when he didn’t want me. When I was good for certain things but not for the important.
How can I make up for the weakness that I allowed to portray.

Dana "Digi" Braun — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 20:28:35 +0000

finally found the person that made me forget about… wait… what was his name?

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one minor hitch – I’m not the one who makes him forget her.

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drawing board.

Digi’s Life Lesson #097-10

Dana "Digi" Braun — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 01:42:40 +0000

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“not everything in life comes with training wheels. Sure, you’ll smash your balls the first few times, but you gotta keep gettin’ back on until you make it your bitch.”

-DigitalVixon

Suicide Hotline Updates

Dana "Digi" Braun — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 19:26:07 +0000

“pumpernickel is like bran flakes without the raisins“

“can I get a meat tenderizer and some pancake mix“

“Foil – its not just for smoking crack anymore.”

“So what if the captain had two dicks and wings… then what?”

“Step 1: put food on grill. Atep 2: flip food. Step 3: repeat until bleeding stops. step 4: eat. Its like making drinks, but with blood and patience.”

“See – people are ice skating at 11:30 – and we cant find no weed?”

“God! I want to go to the Vatican and fuck up the water.”

“So she’s got a little tang-tang and a bit ol ass?”

“Yeah – strippers wear layers, too!”

“Nothing says love like pressing your genitals against a good friend.”

“Clit-oris! Playin’ it.”

“You can sell steak for heroin?”

“(talking about money) ATM!? Those are the guys who kicked in my door!”

“I never thought anyone would answer those numbers on the bathroom stalls – but you did!”

“We’re Lexington Heights wannabes. We thugs.” “Like crips?” “No – I dont look good in blue.”

(phone rings) “Shut your n*gga fucking phone off.” “Its my mom.” “Oh. Tell her I said hiiiiii.”

“Money hoes and clothes – all a homie knows.”

“Phones are like that. Never trust anything that can call other people just by being in your pants.”

“Lace out gatorade with saltpeter.”

“So how long until they are done sewing their wild oats?” ”March obviously.”

“Guys at strip clubs arent all cool – they’re not all like me – I’ll just take you home and bang you.”

“A day without a buzz is a day that never was.”

“Its like two deaf people trying to make a sticker transaction.”

“Its eight in the morning and here we are talking about horse cock.”

“Can I get a hallelujah!” ”AMEN!!” ”Oh lord – This must be a dyslexic church.”

“It dont get hard, it just shakes” (commenting on parkinsons)

“I cant be held accountable for what comes out of my mouth after midnight.” “Its only 11, Gary.” ”SEE WHAT I’M SAYING!”

“Have you ever had the date rape drug?” “Why yes – I drank a 20oz of it!!”

“You ever been in a corn maze… on beeeeeeer?”

“Man – those were some obedient dogs” (commenting on dog statues on side of road)

“I never done black tar!”

“Wanna tongue fight??”

Tekno Love Song

Dana "Digi" Braun — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 22:07:01 +0000

I fell in love with a bad, bad man

Ever since I met him I been sad, sad, sad

June faded into blooms, September’s moon waned and grew

Your perfume haunted me long after I saw the swing of heaven’s gate open in toward me

Luxurious in your arms, your smile is the cool sun in the dark

Misery rejoices when you’re near and fever

No sign of sickness keeps me burnin’ down in my heart

Winter melts, she shys away quiet like the silence a dying star makes

I’m a jail bird to your music, a criminal in your prayers

I watch you in your sleep even when you’re not there

Picture this: your lips on my lips

The mirror has to do for now ’cause you vanished like a cloud

Rainbows wept colour all over the streets

When you went away maybe one day we’ll meet

“Oh woman,” you’re callin’ me

I haven’t slept a wink since 1916

I wasn’t born then but sure feels time’s been tickin’

Shadows parade outside my door

I wish we were dancin’ across this old floor

Car horns honkin’ down that dirty street

I wish you were yellin’, tellin’ me to wash my feet

Lipstick I’d wear for one million years

Just to stop your eyes from fallin’ them tears…

“I fell in love with a bad bad man

Ever since I met him I’ve been sad sad sad

I’m a jail bird to your music

I’m a criminal in your prayer

I watch you in your sleep even when you’re not there

Rainbows wept colour all over the streets

When you went away maybe one day we’ll meet

Lip stick I’d wear for one million years

Just to stop your eyes from falling them tears”

-CocoRosie

Dana "Digi" Braun — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 13:11:51 +0000

every shoulder I wish to smother in tears is tattooed with a huge

“i-told-you-so”

Autobiography: Dot Matrix Edition (click to enlarge)

Dana "Digi" Braun — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 16:37:28 +0000

A list of any name…

Dana "Digi" Braun — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:30:54 +0000

As 2009 comes to an end, I have begun to reflect on the last 10 years of my life. I’ve had my ups and my downs… been sideways at times, too. For most people I graduated with, this decade was a time to establish roots, plan for a future, make babies and fall in love. Hell, I saw the word “adult” creeping up on me, and I went running in the opposite direction. Now don’t start pointing the finger of regret at me just yet – I’ve enjoyed this time more than I’ve led you to think and the last thing I can imagine myself as is locked up in a career I despise, married to some dead beat who treats me like dirt, and never doing the things I enjoy… when I want to. With that being said – by plan for the next ten years of my life is really quite simple… “wake up laughing.”

Here’s some other things I wouldn’t mind accomplishing over the next 10 years:

seek enjoyable employment
make it to my 10-day Costa Rican adventure trip
drive across the country again
Take a large group of friends to EPCOT! <3
own a loft or condo in close vicinity to a metropolitan area
make it through a 13-day meditation retreat
attend each and EVERY concert and festival that comes my way
fall further in love with my friends and cherish every moment with them
rise above my winter driving anxiety
“Vargo” through Europe
make millions off one of my genius inventions and/or scams
find a way to make Jesus live forever*
learn how to properly take photos
remove the broken glass out of the nooks and crannies of my car
… and find a bit of humor in everything that comes my way.

That doesn’t seem to much to ask. Now who wants to help fund this adventure? REMEMBER: the Digi Foundation link can be found on my myspace profile. Donate as much as you can, as often as you like. Just pennies a day can help sponsor a poor child like myself. Do the right thing.

*mucho importando for my sanity as a future adult

Dear A:

Dana "Digi" Braun — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 06:27:36 +0000

sometimes, I take my foot off the pedal… and let myself coast. I wish I could turn my lights off and roll through the darkness and feel only the wind on my skin. I yearn for a distraction from the thoughts that consume me. I allow the lights behind me to pass… and envy their courage… because I’m the one stuck there… blank. I sit at that STOP far too many moments to count… and ponder. Should I take that right turn… or stick straight and see where the night might take me.

it doesn’t leave, A. just worsens. yet I take that drive.

I still remember them whenever I look in my rearview mirror and I tap the carpeted roof in their memory. they’d wish better of me. yet it’s always the same sad route home. its always the memories passed.

“oh that song keeps singing. singing into me. soft and sweet. it carries me… out to sea. and swallows me…“

Always,

//D.

digital feedback

Dana "Digi" Braun — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 17:41:21 +0000

I may be gone, but people still seem to love me.

Check these two reviews (from Blogged.com):

(9 out of 10) Boobs, booze and brilliance is packed inside of this tiny bombshell. Laying in Bed with Charlie is a blog buffet, a wide range of delightful insight on independence, avoiding destruction and debauchery. In her blogging kitchen, she creates feasts that our minds have a strong appetite for. Though I am stuffed, I keep coming back for more:)

(10 out of 10) Laying In Bed With Charlie is nothing less than a modern digital masterpiece — a cornucopia of random thoughts and ideas, bitterly honest and appealing. Every new entry reflects an electrifying personality and one hell of a sense of humor. As a fellow writer, I can honestly say that Digi’s constant creativity is a welcome source of inspiration. Wherever I may wander, I always find my way back to her words… my only port in the storm, my home.

God save those two… they obviously lack real taste.