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.

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.

I'm like equal thirds of a mess of runny eggs, the gauntlet at the car wash and a sure-footed deer.  Anyone want to try for a visual of that?

What are you equal thirds of right this very second?

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.