I wanna wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive
I've an overwhelming desire to rewatch "My So-Called Life" and read certain Chinese poets. It's always clear when I start reaching for the Tu Fu and have got the Liz Phair on loop that I'm in the mood for a certain kind of pain. What's up? Is it just shark week or? Credit defaulting on yo speculative ass ya money-willer wizard? Haha I have no monies, and speculate on no math-warlock futures tenses.
My boss is apparently a banshee in spite of (because of?) all her furbelow, which is too bad because I thought she was not humorless and not unkind. Her most basic problem is that she gets highly irritated and raving when we ask questions. That and she gives me no hours. And doesn't pay me. Now I was a teacher for a while, and plan to be in the future, and I just cannot understand this idea of (her word) "collaboration." This ain't gonna stand. *Stew*
Now I got a job/but it don't pay
Coin is the most depressing abstraction, entirely material and entirely abstract.
I am going to sell snowballs in the Sahara and ship them in incubators from now on. Snowballs full of loam.
But nothing feeds a hunger/like a thirst
We had a scare a couple of weeks ago in the deep middle of the night. Woke up to a FIERCE banging at the door, just wailing on the thing. Place was pitch, I got dressed and crestedpenguin looked out the peephole and all he could make out even with the porch light because the two were too close to the door: two men. So we start calling the cops - then look out the window to see a police car. Fuckers WERE the police. I guess they got a call that someone who used to live in our apartment was threatening to kill herself - rushed to her aid - ok, cool - Lord help her - but what kind of police knock on your door and don't say "police!"? Would a suicidal woman be more likely to answer the door for unidentified ogres? So that was fun.
My boss is apparently a banshee in spite of (because of?) all her furbelow, which is too bad because I thought she was not humorless and not unkind. Her most basic problem is that she gets highly irritated and raving when we ask questions. That and she gives me no hours. And doesn't pay me. Now I was a teacher for a while, and plan to be in the future, and I just cannot understand this idea of (her word) "collaboration." This ain't gonna stand. *Stew*
Now I got a job/but it don't pay
Coin is the most depressing abstraction, entirely material and entirely abstract.
I am going to sell snowballs in the Sahara and ship them in incubators from now on. Snowballs full of loam.
But nothing feeds a hunger/like a thirst
We had a scare a couple of weeks ago in the deep middle of the night. Woke up to a FIERCE banging at the door, just wailing on the thing. Place was pitch, I got dressed and crestedpenguin looked out the peephole and all he could make out even with the porch light because the two were too close to the door: two men. So we start calling the cops - then look out the window to see a police car. Fuckers WERE the police. I guess they got a call that someone who used to live in our apartment was threatening to kill herself - rushed to her aid - ok, cool - Lord help her - but what kind of police knock on your door and don't say "police!"? Would a suicidal woman be more likely to answer the door for unidentified ogres? So that was fun.