Speed and Energy and Red Bull and oh my!
So where can i take this that it has already not been taken?
A direction possibly, of this i am unsure and ready and sure and dancing in the midnight mist of what happen to the boardwalk of the youth, absent of all these arcade games, abundant only of the presence of good timings and social mysticism. Where did that come from?
Where did it go? I have a desire to make attire of cotton eyed joe!
The weather today, oh the weather! I had forgotten what it was to not have to wear such heaviness, to be able to go out in public, hat-free. I had forgotten the sun, and that gentle cool that makes it seem like even the center of the earth is on your side for once. What does that even MEAN?
What has been done and what has been doing? Wellity wellity wellity, last night was coffee with nora, gmo, and ryan. As of the end of last night, i am engaged to all three of them! Boo yah, grandma! This makes the list up to approximately 12. One of these days i really should write down who exactly i am engaged to. Otherwise, i might run into a bit of trouble somewhere down the line. Maybe i am stupid for being engaged to twelve people at once, especially since i will need to support them all on a teacher's salary. But that's okay, because i am an idiot. Speaking of idiot... Ah naw i di'int!
And in case any of you are not familiar with michelle, the blue angel waitress, she is a hardcore gangsterrrrr.
Today was the dentist, and he put blind in the back of my mouth. Ah shnap, now i can sing fitty cent with pride. In other news: word to your mother.
Is tomorow the open mic? Is it? I might be able to go. I hope i can go. I want to go.
To go.
To go.
Maybe.
There is other stuff that would need to first be done.
For, you see....
Friday is the Big Day
.
That is correct boys and girls. April first is rapidly approaching, and my very happiness and existence is dependent upon the results of this... thing that will be occurring. Some of you know what i am talking about. Possibly all of you do, as i may have written about it previously. But seeing as i am hyperified at el momento, i havnt the concentration to stop, check, or even think about doing such fact-checking tasks as this.
So here we are, lingering in ambiguity over friday, april first.
Can you say parole?
It rhymes with bob dole.
I want a harmonica.
I want it to rain on a night that i can actually go outside and walk around in it.
I want the beach to be calm and empty at night, just for me.
Maybe i'll wake up tomorow and life will suck again.
But that won't happen, because i don't work until saturday. Woo-wee!
And now, for my
final thought
I have bitched about work quite adequetly and thoroughly. My letter to the generic customer is a shining testament to this. And if you have talked to me at all about life in the past couple months, im sure i let off a few words of hostilification directed toward my current employer. But i dont think i have ever quite been able to articulate what its like working there- but the other day, when my hatred for gertrude stein was fresh, it got my analogous wheels turning, and it hit me. Working at best buy is like perpetually getting head from one cannibal and then another, and so on. There's no way to enjoy it, because who knows when one of them will just bit the damned thing off? Well i refuse to render my seminiferous tubules useless just because im too big of a bitch to stop leaving myself so vulnerable to "the man".
*Dick-Slap-the-Cannibal*
This is a feeling far from new. But i wrote it anyway.
I wish i knew how to swing dance.
A direction possibly, of this i am unsure and ready and sure and dancing in the midnight mist of what happen to the boardwalk of the youth, absent of all these arcade games, abundant only of the presence of good timings and social mysticism. Where did that come from?
Where did it go? I have a desire to make attire of cotton eyed joe!
The weather today, oh the weather! I had forgotten what it was to not have to wear such heaviness, to be able to go out in public, hat-free. I had forgotten the sun, and that gentle cool that makes it seem like even the center of the earth is on your side for once. What does that even MEAN?
What has been done and what has been doing? Wellity wellity wellity, last night was coffee with nora, gmo, and ryan. As of the end of last night, i am engaged to all three of them! Boo yah, grandma! This makes the list up to approximately 12. One of these days i really should write down who exactly i am engaged to. Otherwise, i might run into a bit of trouble somewhere down the line. Maybe i am stupid for being engaged to twelve people at once, especially since i will need to support them all on a teacher's salary. But that's okay, because i am an idiot. Speaking of idiot... Ah naw i di'int!
And in case any of you are not familiar with michelle, the blue angel waitress, she is a hardcore gangsterrrrr.
Today was the dentist, and he put blind in the back of my mouth. Ah shnap, now i can sing fitty cent with pride. In other news: word to your mother.
Is tomorow the open mic? Is it? I might be able to go. I hope i can go. I want to go.
To go.
To go.
Maybe.
There is other stuff that would need to first be done.
For, you see....
Friday is the Big Day
.
That is correct boys and girls. April first is rapidly approaching, and my very happiness and existence is dependent upon the results of this... thing that will be occurring. Some of you know what i am talking about. Possibly all of you do, as i may have written about it previously. But seeing as i am hyperified at el momento, i havnt the concentration to stop, check, or even think about doing such fact-checking tasks as this.
So here we are, lingering in ambiguity over friday, april first.
Can you say parole?
It rhymes with bob dole.
I want a harmonica.
I want it to rain on a night that i can actually go outside and walk around in it.
I want the beach to be calm and empty at night, just for me.
Maybe i'll wake up tomorow and life will suck again.
But that won't happen, because i don't work until saturday. Woo-wee!
And now, for my
final thought
I have bitched about work quite adequetly and thoroughly. My letter to the generic customer is a shining testament to this. And if you have talked to me at all about life in the past couple months, im sure i let off a few words of hostilification directed toward my current employer. But i dont think i have ever quite been able to articulate what its like working there- but the other day, when my hatred for gertrude stein was fresh, it got my analogous wheels turning, and it hit me. Working at best buy is like perpetually getting head from one cannibal and then another, and so on. There's no way to enjoy it, because who knows when one of them will just bit the damned thing off? Well i refuse to render my seminiferous tubules useless just because im too big of a bitch to stop leaving myself so vulnerable to "the man".
*Dick-Slap-the-Cannibal*
This is a feeling far from new. But i wrote it anyway.
I wish i knew how to swing dance.