The kind that's yields the tiniest bit under my thumb, that is just adjacent of appropriately ripe. I weigh whether to bite. Is it be too firm to be enjoyed?
I smell it, I try to go on instinct.
I wish I had a better understanding of fruit.
I wish I could tell the exact condition under that thin skin.
In reality, I just got a solid 9 hours of sleep for the first time in a month, and upon waking I realized that I totally need at least 9 more, tout suite.
*Post best to be read in the tone of SNL skit "Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey"
A diary of descriptors penned by a word slut with an affinity for smorgasboard imagery. You smiling and saying "what the what?" = my success.
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
8:36, Thursday
And I'm like a freshly peeled onion, which is more of the same layer after layer, but with each uncovering a stronger assault on sensitive pores. Its a force that you can't really avoid, and your only defense is to walk away.
Friday, September 17, 2010
AND I'M LIKE A MACHETE CLUTCHING A CHAINSAW.
and in reality I'm just mourning the demise of my really nice rug at the hands of a stranger's boobery and how people always seem to take advantage of me and how I will never win the lottery. Unless its the lottery of the Litany of Small Downers With a Side of No Breaks. I've got an annuity from that one.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, 8:46pm
And I'm like fear and loathing on my own personal campaign trail, flinging my gonzo intuition against plexiglass. It hits, connects, and slides. In reality I was just staring at my reflection in the dark kitchen window above the sink, my hands below me wrestling to get the baked on stains off a cupcake tin.
What crosses your mind when you sit there doing the dishes by hand?
What crosses your mind when you sit there doing the dishes by hand?
Monday, August 2, 2010
9:31pm Monday
And I'm like pretty tired and worn now, like if you crossed an early REM song (think Cuyahoga from Life's Rich Pageant) with a two-day-old jelly roll.
Earlier today I was like a second-rate Maybelline sailor girl on the way back from the dentist, surfing the streets with teeth that felt like clean grout.
What were you like today?
Peace out.
Earlier today I was like a second-rate Maybelline sailor girl on the way back from the dentist, surfing the streets with teeth that felt like clean grout.
What were you like today?
Peace out.
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