Wednesday, September 30, 2009
first we miss a whole month of summer and now it's not even oktober and it's snowing.
(remember june? that's okay, it didn't exist.)
now that that's out of my system i'm going back to bed with my cat.
it's my day off and i'm totally spending it under the blankets
with a book and some hot cocoa.
you should be.
my cat is seriously the best snuggler in the whole world.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
so old ladies frequent my place of work.
weight watchers is next door and all the fatties take the closest parking spots.
so most of what i hear all day is old ladies saying "i had to park soooo far away. almost to the end of the parking lot and walk all the way down here. and it's so hot. blah blah blah. whine whine whine."
oh dear, would you like some cheese with your wine? chedder? gouda maybe?
i learned how to water ski on labor day.
can i just say that i'm good.
not reeeeally good. but good enough.
i want to try it again. soooon.
my darlingest cousin sarah is sick and sunburnt . . . sunburned?
badly. swine flu and jet skiing don't go together well.
so i'm taking care of her by entertaining her with silly videos.
i'm going to build you a log cabin.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
we met at a greyhound bus station.
he watched my bags for me.
his smile was like sunshine for my soul.
it warmed me from the inside out.
i will never see this boy again.
i want to be somebody's gypsy boy.
downtown sac to reno.
i'm a minority.
in and out of sleep.
sharing candy with the vegan boy justin.
going home to connecticut.
working in his father's clothing store.
celtic music festival on the truckee river.
wakeboarding from a tree.
justin and i search for pizza.
leave my drink.
pizzaboy runs 2 blocks to find me.
i have my drink again.
almost late for the bus.
"i'm so tired.
my body aches for something i can't find.
time for bed."
Monday, May 18, 2009
yes, doctor? i'd like to get me some of them vivantoril pills. yeah, yeah. being awake makes me so irritable. i hate holding down a job. and urinating? don't even get me started.
thank you toothpaste for dinner for making that comic.
charlie moved up into the engine in my sister's vw bug. silly little guy won't come out to play ever. rock chucks don't make good pets apparently.
also, orange juice now makes me sick.
so depressing seeing as how it's pretty much the blood flowing through my veins.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
but then i felt bad.
he was shaking and crying.
i feel like a horrible person.
now my grandma is yelling at it. "for heaven's sakes rock chuck, go away!"
i think i'll name him charlie.
he looks like a charlie.