arrived at job interview

only to find out job interview had been forgotten/not written down by interviewer. slightly awkward phone conversation ensued, during which i was instructed to go to another location this afternoon. went off bicycling and saw the man who fixed my bike/got whistled at (not by the man who fixed my bike).

It's you

It's you it's you it's you it's you
I don't know if you know what this
is to me what this means. I mean
to ride my bike tomorrow. Please
don't be confused. I mean what
I mean which is: it's you. And.
I will ride my bike tomorrow. And
I love.

work = blah

hey, why don't you murder me some flowers? i don't know it just strikes me as money. hooray bleeding. hooray body and all the senses of that. hooray i shouldn't be doing this ri

forgot

to tell you. man at bike store complimented my shoes.
my bike is fixed and ready to be rusted again. free
lube jobs (don't tell everyone). be selective. mmmm
oh mm. little bit of boredom never hurt anyone where
is the coffee. gertrude stein gertrude stein gertrude stein
rhubarb is susan. puket fish. garam masala purchased
with beer after pants after walking in rain without
an umbrella to umbrella. sadness. need coffee. want.

mmmmmiss or something some absence some over presence
of lackluster of interaction
lackluster of
little to none and of wine.

but mainly missing
the center
(to be centered is to feel
like an actual person why
does that always get taken
from me why
do i give it up where is it)

and what do i want to be when i grow up

so the bro's on vacation (from school). don't know why he couldn't have taken care of the dog, at least for the night. i think my mom wanted me to come up thursday a. because she wanted help packing, and b. she thinks my dad and her might die and wanted to tell me in person where the will is. is this where i get my constant concern about dying? maybe that's why i was always praying they wouldn't die when i was a kid and still praying; maybe she told me about her mom and i thought it would happen to everyone (it will eventually).

i forgot to give the parking pass to cari in my hurry to get out of the office.
i forgot to take that food. again. damnit, maybe i can get in the office when i go back to lincoln TODAYYY.

shit, son. i don't know what to tell you, i think you left the maps behind. i dreamed of a bicycling belly dancer last night and people with saws sawed in half in the mall. a woman walking into my bathroom stall and then getting angry. dreams are strange. you were being strange in my dreams last night. i have to separate myself from that, from the melancholy colors, from their loud mad voices at 4 in the morning.

i want to purchase high-waisted pants because i think they will match a tanktop i've never worn
yet.

I Like Wine.

a handy list of great wine importers

http://www.slate.com/id/2191400/

There Will Be...Pokemon?

Squirtle used to be my favorite. Squirtle and Psyduck. "Psyyyyyyyyyyyy!"