Friday, January 29, 2010

on macaroni shells.

For the past two weeks or so, I have managed to bite the inside of my lip in the same place several times over. This causes a consistent discomfort and occasional frustration with my teeth for being so inconsiderate. It`s approximately 1:50 in the afternoon and I realised that my teeth haven`t bitten me today. The inside of my mouth seems to be healing quite nicely. I also realised that tonight the H family will be providing me with some sort of delicious meal. I`m just thinking how nice it will be to enjoy it.

Friday, January 22, 2010

I forfeit

my rights to satisfy your expectations of any sort of inspirational "resolution" list.

1. Learn to drive stick shift.

Monday, January 18, 2010

on holly avenue.

I
know
that
atonepointisaidthati
neverwantedanychildren.

Well, throw that cutie pie in a bassinet & call me a sucker.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

babys

I am reading a new book in the mornings, and it is quite interesting. My table manners have been altered for several years now, but for whatever reason it makes me think that my difference aren`t really that much to brag about. (They aren`t.) In a quest for the unusual and absurd, all I`ve recently found is that I want my branches to shade humans (&huwomans) that maybe aren`t so set on finding all the peculiarities of the world. Maybe they`re just on a quest to provide for their families or buy snow cones from a street vendor. I bet they know more than I do about the wonders of cramped quarters and dead rats and nursing uniforms. I bet.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

on what cd asked me.

"so, why aren`t you engaged yet?"

rhetorical: a) of, relating to, or concerned with rhetoric b) employed for rhetorical effect; especially: asked merely for effect with no answer expected Ex: a rhetorical question

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

streams.

there are so many humans in this world that at times i find it difficult to figure out who needs or wants or desires my energy and attention. oh, i have a few hunches, to be sure, of those i am to be investing in. my blood family, namely, and those beings within 25 miles or so of my door step. but what i mean to say is that i wonder how far my branches are supposed to reach? are they supposed to be stunted, sprouting beautiful dogwood blossoms at every tip? or are they to grow really really high like the cedars of lebanon? would i rather be lovely or have whole paragraphs devoted to my existence? maybe i am supposed to be like the giving tree mr.silverstein wrote about. it didn`t matter what kind of tree she was. not to the boy-man, at least. just so long as he could sit and pick and play and finally, after all that, find out that he was really happy. and so was she. i suppose i would like to be the most like a giving tree. and maybe people within 25 miles of my branches will have need of me. or maybe they will be right under my nose or down the coast or across the ocean. maybe i wouldn`t even have to have branches at all! maybe we could feel the most helpful when we were whittled down to stumps because of all the love we gave a way. it is a thought. any way. i am going to see if american airlines really has a ten million mile club, because i saw up in the air with d and i have been wondering about its existence ever since.

Friday, January 1, 2010