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made a snowball and threw it at a tree walking home

Right now I feel better today.

I'm not thinking about the government as if I can control it.
I'm thinking I am a cog with a colored pencil winding me around
moving circular to make a picture. Or dinner. Or cash.

I'm sorry.

I take it all back.
I am not going to be in a good mood until ever.


Is it possible to just sign a check over to the university?
Because it's pointless for me to deposit it just to make out a check to UNL for the same amount and more.

It's what we're always trying to sell

The news. The news
doesn't know. I've seen
the movie. I
know. Sawdust swilling
around. And the room.

They already existed.
They were
destroyed. And now
"it's just so difficult"
"it will ruin us"
"you do not understand"

"this isn't what the American people need right now"

and what do you know
of need, necessity.
Wasting wasted waste.

You are going to be O-K.

We are all going to be okay.

oh GOD yes

a picture!

It is so hard.

Not to bite.

Calls at work.

me: Lincoln Espresso; this is Rachael.

caller: mumble mumble (in a voice resembling that of my boss)

me: What?

caller: You have the prettiest pussy, Rachael.

me: Oh yeah?

caller: Yeah, I wanna rub your pussy.

me: Oh, well I want to cut your cock off. :) *Click.*


*ring ring!*

I don't answer.

I am super hungover.

Also, I want these.

Also, I want to make this.

Ha, and then make this.

And, also, this.

nevermind

I don't have money. I'll just keep sitting here.

whino

I don't want to leave because that entails getting dressed and my clothes are uncomfortable it's cold my room is cold. What the fuck am I supposed to do about _________. Fucking. A. Motherfucker.

Fuck. Fuck. Facefuck.

I spent the morning manicuring my nails and trying repeatedly to connect to the internet. Then Katie was awake and told me things weren't hooked up right but that Nick would be home in 10 minutes. I found rice cakes. I drank some juice and watched Oxygen. And now I can go underwear shopping (?) because I've checked my email (?)

Gotta stop

biting. I did my screening today. And I couldn't pee correctly.
This has been an ongoing issue for me, in my life. It's just...
I thought fasting meant I couldn't drink water as well
so I didn't drink water.
Had to drink 5 glasses and finally
SUCCESS! or, as the lab tech said, "Yaaay!"
I know I know. I know. Did anyone know it was going to snow? I love cinnamon raisin english muffins (!) ! (!) ! (!)


Uuh. Planning the trek to class/workout-shower-change/class/home-again is so effing complicated. Sort of wish I had a parking permit for somewhere. Anywhere.

President Bush holds final official news conference

Oh, George...
Oh, George...
Oh, George... *sigh*
You're such a prick. And you called helicopter pilots
helicopter drivers.
Oh, George...

Farewell.

And you think to say

"maybe I am unhappy because I've been sitting in front of this screen for two hours."
"And maybe because of the wrist."
Or the knee. The stop-motion. Stop mothering
me. Stop you all. I love you. So -



Why -

Do you know everything about me?





I am thinking to buy this finger/nail/cuticle cream. It has a "slight bitter taste" and is supposed to heal you. Evidently, one must replace habits with habits. What replacement? Evidently, the gloves were a good idea. I lost them. I'll buy some on e-bay. I need a never-dwindling amount of money. Now.
Go.
Not. God.

Pig tails

are not something I want to give up. Also,
writing poetry is not like being in a trance. Also,
Laurus. That is all.

If you could

take out your tongue,
just detach it and hold
on, what
would that disintegration
of bonds indicate

What if your teeth
followed suit