life's like that
two-three years ago i collected upc labels and sent my s&h to battle creek, but never received a shirt with a talking dinosaur on it. i still think about this from time to time. i'm in love with the cat that lives down the way; his owner sits outside in a camping chair in his pajamas and eats cereal at 7:30 in the morning. i would expect nothing less of a man who owns a cat with a mohawk and no tail. last night i met a man with the same name as my ex-boyfriend from three-four years ago, he was the same height and everything. just hairier and more gold teeth. i toured the house of a millionaire and i thought he might bequeath me his fortune when i was nearly the last one left, trapped in a set of computer chairs making small talk about the auto industry and the midwest. my professor cornered me between the pinball machines and the display of airline timetables from the last fifty years and i was ashamed to tell him i had been an english major and lied and said i liked grad school because everyone here really cares about what they are doing. i try to do my homework, really i do, but mostly i just don't care.