god damnit.

I washed my dry clean only pants and now
they hang oddly with the liner longer than the pant part.
And my Eric is gyros away. This -
this is ridiculousnosity. I am missing him when I think too much about it.
But I'm heading to OOMaha, and I watched Dead Man
with Justin and Carlin last night - Criiiiispin!! -

Sincerely,
RacheliseWulfgang

some women

can pull off "shaved head"
others...
not so much

i wonder which category i would fall into...

I like biting

the skin on my fingers
but i don't like that i do it.

it's addiction. like sucking
a thumb. or drugs or sex

or salt.


it is what it is what it is what it is what it
is it?

I am tired

fucking tired too tired to come up with anything important to say = nothing important and said is come up with
just is and is then on a page/in the air
not sure
speech was and could be considered superior to writing. because you say what you mean
at the time
unless you're afraid like you are
or something unless you don't know
it's the thinking that ruins you

i cried when you left a little
it was early
and i've loved you more than 300 days.

I may be high

on caffeine right now but it's better * I love

Rae Armantrout * her book
the physics of it all*

I love her Rae Armantrout
I love her Rae Armantrout

I'm sort of bored, been thrown off to the office with Steve/without everyone else. What is that called? Banishment?

Eric, I'm sorry. I don't have the money to buy replacement razor blades right now;
although I do have two disposables left.

happy june btw
my phone keeps buzzing and it keeps making me think
someone's calling me

daily show is crazy tonight
...i'm thinking about that last statement...

Listening

to music is something I haven't done for awhile. Finally today I had a little time that felt good. In that I wasn't busy in that I got home sweaty and tired in that I felt like I had figured out a bit of my life (of my finances). Now it's slipping. I slip a lot and I trip and I don't like to move around you. I've realized a lot of what I do is highly shaped by fear (of harm/hurt/embarrassment: imperfection)
I either avoid doing anything to incur these, or completely disregard the possibility *mistaking a disregard for an actual lack of concern* No
still
there still
happens. I'll really be okay though. It's just difficult ever since I fucked up so badly

metal has appeal in theory only
upon serious contemplation - sour

For instance right now - I'm liking the idea of biking
but not of the destination. People. My brain's not working
I am not my mother
or I am my mother's daughter
which I've never been sure about (the meaning)

Oh John McCain, raise the roof with your arthritic arms.
I dislike you for non-cosmetic reasons or sometimes I question to value of disliking anyone/thing because I sort of get it all - or get that it all could be me and you...and then the thought: does this fact mean what I think it means or just that one may/should/could/will give up on people they think are on their side if one shifts, if one shifts?:? I do not give up not really. Do you? What do you do to keep yourself contained and still touch me?

Rust on the counter. Corroded bike cables
replaced. Oh my god why can't you
lick my lips for me?