5:32pm Thursday

And today I'm kind of like a lemonhead.  A Sourness that is not appreciated by all.

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?

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.