friend's page poetry
For those unfamiliar with LiveJournal, one of the many options it gives you is to have a page with posts from other people on livejournal that you designate as "friends". Here is my first attempt at taking random snippets from the last 40 entries. Be gentle.
my meeting with a headbutter
Ok, i'm not so happy right now.
No need for panic.
I hit my head on the ceiling thrice last night.
Wearing a viking hat.
Before I was awake, I fell down the stairs.
I used to find it exciting.
I'm like a Catherine Keener character.
Here I stand. Sad and free. My god, what have I done?
Buying swimsuits that don't have those ridiculous skirts that are meant to hide a butt
That everyone can see anyway.
Spent $70 one month calling several Johnson's in the 218 area code.
I scowl at the phone every time it rings.
It must be a girly girl thing.
I don't want to talk about it.
I figured I'd ask somebody instead of trying to figure it out.
Several things are on my mind today. No biggie.
Wrap aluminum foil around your head and turn around three times.
I guess I'll see what happens.
Be there or be el squaro at 7:30.
I find new people to become addicted to. . . .More really bright people . . . .
This guy driving a Honda was a spitting image of my landlord's nameless, catfight-inducing Hawaiian surfer boy.
He suddenly had on these crazy coke-bottle thick glasses with red frames.
Has apparently fallen asleep and won't wake up.
Well, back to my regularly scheduled ice-scream.
5 year old hannah brought me 2 pieces of homeade cake earlier this evening for no reason whatsoever.
I'm going to tempt fate and try to eat some of it.
and then i thought--well, hell--and put it in my pocket.
I felt like someone was going to get on the loudspeaker and telll them that I ate chicken for lunch.
I'm ready to just stay put for a while.
I'd go, but I have a hair appt.
They probably just needed someone to pick up the Friday donuts.
Makes me feel guilty for not taking trips to Spain, or writing under oak trees.
You have to put your happiness first.
We're going to have a black baby. No particular reason.
He points to the plate and in a suspicious sort of manner, says...
I told him, "It's a bit small."
That's all that really matters to me, really.
And, just for the heck of it, I read Through the Looking Glass under the sheets using a flashlight.
And i bet she doesn't know i've been reading wockerjabby for at least a couple of years now.
My status: Weepy with a Sinus headache. Not the best state.
Despite that I'm somewhat optimistic that things will get better soon.
I'm the absolute queen at packing boxes, though.
So I'm putting my hope in the IRS.
I really hope this doesn't offend anyone.