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"and turning her face to the wall, began trying to force herself to face bravely the fact that some people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg." Winesburg Ohio, Sherwood Anderson, Adventure.
Herpes means you're popular.
At the mandolin café I ordered a
grilled chicken panini and some green tea.
The tea was hot and I sat by a window
to allow it to cool. When I returned to
the counter a sandwich was resting there.
Is this me? I asked the barista
while indicating the sandwich. After receiving
his assurance, I returned to my window and
ate myself. A crush of warm green tea
followed me down the esophagus and soon
I was relaxing in a pool of slightly bitter pleasure,
in a belly, in the Mandolin Café.
-- untitle, rough draft
I feel retarded. Sometimes I'm really, really dumb. This is one of those times. I saw on facebook that D'Ann is spending time with "my guy" this summer, which I would interepret to be a boyfriend. It makes sense of course, why shouldn't she have a boyfriend, and I should be happy for her. I'm not, because I'm greedy, but I should be. It makes me wish that I could write something as poignant as that first Quotation. Is it poignant? Or just cliche. Well, I feel like trash, time for another long work day. How bad is it that I had a dream last night where I was working at Target for 34 consecutive hours without getting a break to sleep or eat? Pretty bad. I shouldn't be dreaming about work. I should just wait on the post office with bated breath. Accept the position, make a career out of it, rent my own apartment, and resign myself to the fact that, well. It's already up above.
Herpes means you're popular.
At the mandolin café I ordered a
grilled chicken panini and some green tea.
The tea was hot and I sat by a window
to allow it to cool. When I returned to
the counter a sandwich was resting there.
Is this me? I asked the barista
while indicating the sandwich. After receiving
his assurance, I returned to my window and
ate myself. A crush of warm green tea
followed me down the esophagus and soon
I was relaxing in a pool of slightly bitter pleasure,
in a belly, in the Mandolin Café.
-- untitle, rough draft
I feel retarded. Sometimes I'm really, really dumb. This is one of those times. I saw on facebook that D'Ann is spending time with "my guy" this summer, which I would interepret to be a boyfriend. It makes sense of course, why shouldn't she have a boyfriend, and I should be happy for her. I'm not, because I'm greedy, but I should be. It makes me wish that I could write something as poignant as that first Quotation. Is it poignant? Or just cliche. Well, I feel like trash, time for another long work day. How bad is it that I had a dream last night where I was working at Target for 34 consecutive hours without getting a break to sleep or eat? Pretty bad. I shouldn't be dreaming about work. I should just wait on the post office with bated breath. Accept the position, make a career out of it, rent my own apartment, and resign myself to the fact that, well. It's already up above.