I do not feel well.

I feel tired. And also tired. But other than that, mainly okay.

Oh. My. God.

This GIRL!
She is constantly b*tching that things aren't clean enough, while leaving things not constantly clean enough! And she wrote on my tip cup. That I made. That I f*cking MADE! Defaced it!
With "RUDE! RUDE RUDE RUDE" arrow arrow arrow to where I wrote "TIPS
help us make minimum wage!
Thanks a latte!"
I thought it was dumb and sort of funny. Like anything else. She, apparently, thought it was another thing anyone else does that doesn't measure up. Ruined it with judgmental and permanent marker!
She is obsessed with rudity. And rude herself. And crude - a passive aggressive monster!

Have beautiful days you all the rest of you! :D
I'm off to shower in my tears.

Seriously, motherf*ckers.

What makes you think you get to give me a dollar and then tell me a story about how you want an Obama head to hang from your rearview, glue "rasta hair" on it, sew the head's mouth shut,
when/because(?) you saw the Obama air freshener in the car I drove to work (?)
"Did you hear he's a communist?"
"I heard he's Hitler. Now you have a GREAT day! :D :D :D"

Here, let me be

one of the twelve ways one can be annoying
on Facebook. I'm not on Facebook now
though, fuck, it's open in another tab.
Wasn't that what the article was about anyway? How we're pained, too much, by existing in electrical connection with another and another and about 300 others? About how we have to deal with others' ways even on the internets? Or feel we have to?

I'm not sure I get the issue with repeated boring status updates. Aren't we, most of us, boring if not a little off-putting or just to ourselves? I am so incredibly interested in myself until I'm not and I want to sink within a something else.


Birds flock outside and fly away
in packs. Try to peck through the wall
to live in the roof.

Maybe.



It's how I feel about you, too. Most of you. I want till I feel like I hate you for not or for being
there
in front of me/open arms/looking. Is the moment of loving enough to overcome near constant doubt/destructive urges? Silly girl, it's all


a cyclical something. It's all in motion.
A maintenance of stasis is stagnant and so it's the love love hate thing. It's none of the above as well.


What can you love that hasn't been in love already?
Whom do you hate? Nothing's worth the hating. It's more a want
want
do not want will not
want
ever again and
want.

sometimes

it is difficult to remain positive.

I don't wanna take a ride on your disco stick! D:

I think, once a coffee bean has been roasted, it will never be a tree.

A Thing and also Yesterday

I don't know if I would like you!
Just holding that!
Already liking you!
How could I know IF I'd like you!

I woke up at 5:30 to eat a bit then bike the 50 minute bike to work. I forded a stream with my feet (?) and almost crashed from looking at sliver-moon-+-star-friend and the alien landscape too much when a branch was right in the trail right in front of me. Working 12 hours is really not too bad as long as you're alone and can break for snacks/to watch TV on the internet while doing fake jumprope exercises (I was caught once, but so energized we both just laughed and then I blended and charged!).
Yes. My shoes and socks were soaked from the walking through of the swollen man-made creek area. I taped rags to my feet for the first six or seven hours of my shift. I was caught at that as well. Made one woman uneasy, explained to the next one to enter.

I made it home in record time and watched Doubt, which I think to have really enjoyed. Yes. It's a quality film. Definitely feels like a play. The drama, the scenes. There is a lot unsaid, though, not enough unsaid sometimes. So I liked it. I recommend it. But it is not a "love" thing.
Halfiversary...Ha

Because you've become better, they break
your pieces? And even the ones writing like you
don't like what you're writing sometimes. I've
a trick knee or two elbows. I cut the towel
but not equidistantly. Pieces
will fray and leave lint where you'd rather have no lint.
Where you'd rather not
the small pieces, the trickling.

Truth-o-meter

oo oo baby oo
don't you know you done
me so so so so

wrung out ~ and dried
half way hung out to die
it's been so so so so

so long
run it on
all out of me

This song:

but not so much this man. I prefer the disembodied voice.

87%

humidity

And darkening





lessening now

And lightening

Okay, so this excites me:

Eric is taking part in First Friday. Tomorrow. He'll have stuff up at Indigo Bridge Books through August. Check that shit out!

Oh

gods this ginger
tea is so much spice
in the throat. That thunder
made me check the weather
report online
at 5am. I think I dreamt
you were back. Maybe it's why
I am keeping myself caged up
with the Netflix in this "far
away" house. It's like no one's
left. It's like I'm just
on the outskirts until it's time
to realize actual changes.

Pretty sure

I watch more TV now than I did when I HAD TV.
First three episodes of The Wire last night. Add it to a list of addictions.

Oh what

I recommend Food Inc. to you all

I also recommend a food item:
Pumpernickel bagel topped with the usual cream cheese; then red onion, capers, and garden tomatoes. It is good. Even without the smoked salmon.

When we got back last night there was a bookshelf in the garage built by Eric's Dad that said "Happy Birthday Eric." We're gonna grow things on it, in the window. Also a bag of corn (in the kitchen) was left. I don't work tomorrow or Tuesday, and we're going to dinner at Taste in Omaha Tuesday night for Eric's Birthday Whine dinner I mean Wine dinner.

What have you all of you been up to??
I don't really like question marks either.