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I got such a headache today from paint fumes. I promised my sister I'd finish painting the basement--a cold, hollow, uncomfortable, unventelated space--which I didn't of course. I did get most of it done though. But I had to stop when I got dizzy from the fumes. I've been putting off packing for a tournament this weekend, in New Jersey. I started reading Dress Your Family in Courderoy and Denim, by David Sedaris, but it isnt as good as Me Talk Pretty. Damn it. I can't find my passport.
Ode To My Passport
My key to the world.
But for now, I'll stay right here,
'Cause I can't find you.
Green streaks in my hair.
Purple in between my toes.
Enough with the paint.
The washing machine
Transforms the dirty into...
The slightly unclean.
(I can't get a spot out of a shirt I like.)
Ingrid came over last night and I had another almost fatal incident with the barbeque. The flame shot out of the control panel, I swear....Last time the sindged the hair right off my hand.
Peace. 'Nite.
Ode To My Passport
My key to the world.
But for now, I'll stay right here,
'Cause I can't find you.
Green streaks in my hair.
Purple in between my toes.
Enough with the paint.
The washing machine
Transforms the dirty into...
The slightly unclean.
(I can't get a spot out of a shirt I like.)
Ingrid came over last night and I had another almost fatal incident with the barbeque. The flame shot out of the control panel, I swear....Last time the sindged the hair right off my hand.
Peace. 'Nite.