mars is going to make red, white, and blue m&m’s. YES!!! i hope they make peanut and crispy ones too. oh man. yummy and for a good cause. you guys rock.
why is life suddenly so complicated? i suppose it’s not, really, just slower lately, and more obvious as it passes. i can’t believe it’s only been five days since sunday. it seems like at least a month. three days is the optimal weekend, says park. not four. i think that’s why this week has been so slow. because i had too many days off. but i needed them. unfortunately, i need another four now… dennis didn’t come, and i needed the laugh. he’ll be here in a few weeks, tho, after all. he hates it here in the winter. and christmas is coming. i know what i want. i have always known what i wanted. for gifts, from life. always. i have never been a wishy-washy girl who questions her desires. but i have too much pride to ask for it again and again. it is so much easier to attain one’s goals when one calls for them from the top of the highest mountain. but if, on calling, they are not delivered, what then? i have asked. spoken. but i am not the type to wait for the help of others. i will do it myself.
i don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love.
i don’t know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you.
i look at the world and i notice it’s turning
while my guitar gently weeps.
i’m so pitiful today. i just want to hide under a rock. or, better yet, just go home and go back to bed….
*whine* dennis isn’t coming.
a polaroid of you, cinque, with a seven-headed dragon in a house in daly city. don’t be sad my beloved tania…
bitchslap of the day goes to a local schoolbus driver who missed a preschooler’s stop, and made him get out alone and walk the quarter mile back to this house in monday’s snowstorm. suddenly that whole public stoning thing looks a little better…
it’s been awhile since i’ve seen the way the candle lights your face but i can still remember just the way you taste
sure we get some snow. but at least we’re not hit by homicidal tornados every day in the dead of winter. yuk.