So I don't feel like working...
And instead figured out how to put my picture on this thing. Only problem is that I have stupid pictures of myself on my work computer. Oh well, it's fitting actually. All of the pictures I have are where I look crazy.
Today is my boss's birthday. The office threw a lunch for him and he split before the party could happen. Apparently that was his birthday gift to us.
Life is typically crazy for me. Went to Magale's opening celebration on Saturday. Her office looks great. Got a chance to talk to Kim T.'s brother. Need to follow up on that shit fo' real. D-Train tells us to put it out in the open. The good doc tells her congrats. All that could go through my head was the song:
"I sleep with this new girl
I'm still getting used to.
My friends all approve
Say 'she's gonna be good for you.'
They throw me
High fives..."
And she is good for me. And I should just open up. Be in the moment. Stop looking backward. Stop listening for my phone to ring. But that song is in my head and "our love was comfortable and so broken." And it's not fair to anyone, not even me. One builds steel walls and I climb them. The other one builds a moat and I fall in it. I need to start building my own castle and stop trying to be someone else's prince. I'm not good at breaking spells with my kiss. It seems like I'm the one that turns into a toad.
I need to concentrate on the Children's Coalition, getting into a juvenile justice job, the Oak Park neighborhood association, learning how to catch football, and cleaning my toilet. In that order. Which reminds me of a poem that I must share in this incoherent stream of consciousness entry:
Hazel Tells LaVerne ~ by Katharyn Howd Machan
last night
im cleanin out my
howard johnsons ladies room
when all of a sudden
up pops this frog
musta come from the sewer
swimmin aroun an tryin ta
climb up the sida the bowl
so i goes ta flushm down
but sohelpmegod he starts talkin
bout a golden ball
an how i can be a princess
me a princess
well my mouth drops
all the way to the floor
an he says
kiss me just kiss me
once on the nose
well i screams
ya little green pervert
am i hitsm with my mop
an has ta flush
the toilet down three times
me
a princess
Today is my boss's birthday. The office threw a lunch for him and he split before the party could happen. Apparently that was his birthday gift to us.
Life is typically crazy for me. Went to Magale's opening celebration on Saturday. Her office looks great. Got a chance to talk to Kim T.'s brother. Need to follow up on that shit fo' real. D-Train tells us to put it out in the open. The good doc tells her congrats. All that could go through my head was the song:
"I sleep with this new girl
I'm still getting used to.
My friends all approve
Say 'she's gonna be good for you.'
They throw me
High fives..."
And she is good for me. And I should just open up. Be in the moment. Stop looking backward. Stop listening for my phone to ring. But that song is in my head and "our love was comfortable and so broken." And it's not fair to anyone, not even me. One builds steel walls and I climb them. The other one builds a moat and I fall in it. I need to start building my own castle and stop trying to be someone else's prince. I'm not good at breaking spells with my kiss. It seems like I'm the one that turns into a toad.
I need to concentrate on the Children's Coalition, getting into a juvenile justice job, the Oak Park neighborhood association, learning how to catch football, and cleaning my toilet. In that order. Which reminds me of a poem that I must share in this incoherent stream of consciousness entry:
Hazel Tells LaVerne ~ by Katharyn Howd Machan
last night
im cleanin out my
howard johnsons ladies room
when all of a sudden
up pops this frog
musta come from the sewer
swimmin aroun an tryin ta
climb up the sida the bowl
so i goes ta flushm down
but sohelpmegod he starts talkin
bout a golden ball
an how i can be a princess
me a princess
well my mouth drops
all the way to the floor
an he says
kiss me just kiss me
once on the nose
well i screams
ya little green pervert
am i hitsm with my mop
an has ta flush
the toilet down three times
me
a princess