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so. number 2.
Work is great. the house is great. the people are more than I could've asked for. right now, I'm sleeping in the laundry room with the bugs, which is a little unsettling, but whatever. I read by the dryer light. very convenient.
When I say the people are more than I could've asked for, I speak of the majority, not the whole.
there is one that rots the socks off an ox with botox. but we won't get into that.
I fell down the stairs yesterday, carrying a glass of water. I got wet. it was funny.
we also made a tower out of cups, condoms, napkins, and pencils. it was the greatest and most contraceptive tower ever constructed.
I also doodled a picture. of douglas.
douglas the dinosaur
douglas the dinosaur, and the city on his back. I wrote a song about him.
I'll post it later. it's downstairs.
it's called douglas the dinosaur, and the city on his back.
it's a city I'd like to visit, considering it's on the back of a dinosaur
named douglas
but I digress.
can you digress from one thought back into a ramble that had no real structure or logical progression in the first place? let's try.
I miss my Rusty. sleeping is so so hard without him.
but he is in good hands
great hands, really. I haven't met the hands, but I hear they're alright.
I trust the hands to keep rusty out of harm's way.
the things I miss most are dumb.
I don't miss my friends, my family, my life, or anything
just an inanimate object
a family pet
and somebody who I've never met before.
the present day has turned humans into squishies.
touchy feely emotionally retarded backwards logistical inefficient squishies
but we usually give great hugs
if we're not mugging you.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
This song reads my mind
No, it's not what we meant to say.
We don’t really love each other.
What happens when the summer’s over?
How long before distance becomes a chore?
I'm approaching with great, great trepidation.
I hope you’ll understand.
Before you speak
think about what you're trying to say.
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement.
You making promises you can’t keep.
You need to leave all your options open.
Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy.
Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep.
We took some pills to calm us down.
Then we needed help to come back up.
Just trying to stay in control of the situation.
Too much momentum.
This room feels like it's going to explode.
Too many angles.
Too many factors to cover.
Waiting for signal.
You're searching for network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.
They fall apart so easily.
We don’t really love each other.
What happens when the summer’s over?
How long before distance becomes a chore?
I'm approaching with great, great trepidation.
I hope you’ll understand.
Before you speak
think about what you're trying to say.
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement.
You making promises you can’t keep.
You need to leave all your options open.
Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy.
Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep.
We took some pills to calm us down.
Then we needed help to come back up.
Just trying to stay in control of the situation.
Too much momentum.
This room feels like it's going to explode.
Too many angles.
Too many factors to cover.
Waiting for signal.
You're searching for network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.
They fall apart so easily.
Monday, September 7, 2009
British Columbia
it is warm. it is big. it's kinda wet. there's veggies in our garden. they are big and yummy. our house is old and kinda creaky, but mostly awesome. well, all awesome. the people (save one or two) are absoultely super duper stellar. it's only been a week, and I've already loved them forever. I don't wanna leave. ever. if I could just live with these people and cook and garden and clean and have fun and play games and dance in the rain and play music and just live, it would be the best.
it's only been a week, and I'm already dreading the end.
it's only been a week, and I'm already dreading the end.
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