Oh My Darling
I went for a hike down the arroyo and saw a little cave man drawing, with one of his feet as an arrow.
Once when I worked at Camp Tohikanee, I huddled against the side of the dining room and Treza and Luna and Whosah held me when I was crying, because I had just set off the sprinkler system in the kitchen. And nobody killed me. The purpose of this anecdote is to tell you that yes, I fucked up again. The generator burst its cap again and I'm not sure if I didn't put it on tight enough or if it was too oily, but all I know is that I'm incompetant. Steve is on vacation right now but before he left he told me that he was my friend. Let's see if he remembers that when he gets back.
I cleaned my room today and did all of my laundry, including my sheets. Plus, right now I'm wearing the skirt I'm going to hike in and my sexiest underwear. There is definately hot pink lace involved. And polka dots. Then I took a nap and was a total slacker. But, I still don't feel much better. You should all invest in Seventh Generation laundry detergent, because it is the best smelling laundry soap out there. Tomorrow is my day off. Baby garlic is growing! One of the baby bunnies has its eyes open. The black one turned brown so now they're all the same color.
Charlie the Tuna sent me pictures of the trail, and I have to tell you all that I am like a little wriggly puppy about the Appalachian trail. One of the problems with America is this lack of ritual, including any sort of rite of passage. It's a basic in most societies. Even in England today it could be said that their GAP year functions as such. So, we're all going to be crazy, insane, dysfunctional, mentally instable, and they could prevent this by just packing us off onto the Appalachian Trail or equivalent, something where you have to use your body, but do they do this? Nope. That's what ritalin is for. And then the chop down some more trees. (So in a roundabout way, overly medicating people and deforestation are related in an unhealthy manner.) You can say it's not that simple but when you add yourself into the whole idea of a rite of passage, then you've got something very powerful. Go try it. Even if you already believe me, you'll still be surprised.
I convince myself that life is good without even trying.
If my sister would stop collapsing everywhere, that would be fine by me.
I fee like I'm trying to tell you something but I don't know what it is.
Once when I worked at Camp Tohikanee, I huddled against the side of the dining room and Treza and Luna and Whosah held me when I was crying, because I had just set off the sprinkler system in the kitchen. And nobody killed me. The purpose of this anecdote is to tell you that yes, I fucked up again. The generator burst its cap again and I'm not sure if I didn't put it on tight enough or if it was too oily, but all I know is that I'm incompetant. Steve is on vacation right now but before he left he told me that he was my friend. Let's see if he remembers that when he gets back.
I cleaned my room today and did all of my laundry, including my sheets. Plus, right now I'm wearing the skirt I'm going to hike in and my sexiest underwear. There is definately hot pink lace involved. And polka dots. Then I took a nap and was a total slacker. But, I still don't feel much better. You should all invest in Seventh Generation laundry detergent, because it is the best smelling laundry soap out there. Tomorrow is my day off. Baby garlic is growing! One of the baby bunnies has its eyes open. The black one turned brown so now they're all the same color.
Charlie the Tuna sent me pictures of the trail, and I have to tell you all that I am like a little wriggly puppy about the Appalachian trail. One of the problems with America is this lack of ritual, including any sort of rite of passage. It's a basic in most societies. Even in England today it could be said that their GAP year functions as such. So, we're all going to be crazy, insane, dysfunctional, mentally instable, and they could prevent this by just packing us off onto the Appalachian Trail or equivalent, something where you have to use your body, but do they do this? Nope. That's what ritalin is for. And then the chop down some more trees. (So in a roundabout way, overly medicating people and deforestation are related in an unhealthy manner.) You can say it's not that simple but when you add yourself into the whole idea of a rite of passage, then you've got something very powerful. Go try it. Even if you already believe me, you'll still be surprised.
I convince myself that life is good without even trying.
If my sister would stop collapsing everywhere, that would be fine by me.
I fee like I'm trying to tell you something but I don't know what it is.