september 16, 2005

the fucking cat got into the bread again. i woke at 10 am to a splayed
bag of wheat bread and crumbs next to the kitchen table.

i have things i need to do today re: school registration and grad
student health insurance. my current temporary health insurance paid
everything but $19 of my two recent medical visits which was nicely
surprising.

i have decided to stop taking one hour breaks at work in order to flesh
out my paycheck. it should add up to around fifty extra dollars a
week. two hundred extra dollars a month.

for fourty-five minutes this morning i wore an olive oil replenishing
hair mask which smelled more like creamy plastic lemons than olive
oil. i mean i don't really like the smell of creamy plastic
lemons. and my hairspray which reads: CAUTION: Contents
FLAMMABLE!!! (three three three exclamation points!!!) Do Not Use near
FIRE or FLAME. Do Not SMOKE until hair is fully dry. Do Not spray
near eyes. Keep out of reach of children.

i want dreams of circling crop dusters and monkeys with cymbals and
libraries.

how much is truth and how much is romanticized? hmmm?

i am all by myself!!!

15 Sep 2005 09:34pm

oh, i don't know. i feel i should read about marie curie.

today a woman from new orleans came into the store. she talked to me for an hour at least. well at least you have each other i said. i really do not know what to say to people who are about to cry. thank you for talking with me she said as she bought lavender candles.

the columbia chamber of commerce is sending me a relocation package. this is in exchange for a $13.95 charge to my credit card. my mom feels that if the columbia chamber of commerce does not send me a package before we leave then our trip will be virtually impossible. we must know what the columbia chamber of commerce has to say. she has a lot of faith in the columbia chamber of commerce. for the past three days it has been please call the columbia chamber of commerce.

it almost feels like you were never here. i mean it was so long ago wasnt it? except when i wake up in the mornings and when i'm supposedly crying because claire fisher's high and david gayly got beat up. i haven't seen you in such a long time vs. how can i possibly watch inxs now.

i keep walking into rooms and forgetting what i'm doing there. i am constantly entering and reentering until i have finally remembered oh i was looking for my purse and oh i wanted a glass of tea.

and now suddenly it is raining.

and now suddenly it has stopped.

you left tuesday, but it has already been 2,000 tuesdays in my strained little head. my strained little heart.

i guess i will read lullabies on the internet.

september 14, 2005

maybe marie curie was awesome. i don't know.