tuesday tuesday

how do i want to go?

jump out of a plane with no parachute?

climb mt. everest?


taking a bullet for someone?



??

cosas Thursday

Favorites.


Perfected Pizza
Exquisite Macaroni & Cheese
Fresh Feldsalat in the lightest of mustard dressings

Clean, Cool Water.

tooty frooty sunday morning

thank you for off brand cereals.

did you know that if you are silent and still, you may be able to feel the pulsating of your heart beats cover your entire body? it is wonderful. my house is quiet and sleeping. i hear only one bird sing for a few seconds and it is gone. there is a car driving by every now and then. and I sneeze like a honking goose two times. my kind of sunday.


i am going to climb back into bed and read The Siren by kiera cass. delicious, delicious day.

sun sunday

I have mixed emotions about the sun. I enjoy seeing it, but, only when I am in the shade... preferably inside a clean and cozy room. No bugs, no sunburns. At the same time, I want to run in it. Brown in it until I crisp. Leather myself in rays of hot sweaty light. Laugh crash into the ocean to refresh my happily burning cells.

Eh, life.

responsible tuesday

i'm trying to keep up with what responsible adults do...


check the mail every day.
floss twice a day.
re-apply deodorant?


(and, recently: remember appointments you make with friends- especially when you've sent them a color-coded calendar.]

crooners make me smile saturday

the world is changing. and. leaving me behind.

what do i do with this fact.

fact. not to be disputed. not to be argued with. i will die and the world will keep 'worlding.'


where is the reason? i wish i had never been led to think about a reason for existence. i used to dream of becoming mentally disabled. completely ignorant. just happy. but, would i be happy? i probably would be dumped into a care home. left with dirty, depressing rooms and "care-takers". fucked either way.


so, i listen to harry connick jr and wish for the 90's. the parts i wish for. dumb, i know. not fulfilling. but damnit if harry and e.r. don't warm me from my coma a bit. just a bit.


shit.


why can't i just be normal? just happy? ignorantly happy?


i am snapping out of it. it is taking a few years. has been. i want to snap out of it. i am working to snap out it.


le sigh.

cock a doodle doo saturday

"grab my cock. as i walk. grab my butt. in a rut."

songs my husband sings while prancing around in the morning.

yup.

all mine.