Today I am wearing puke colored shoes that match my puke colored sweater, the color not of my heart, but close to it.  I slept deeply last night in spite of unsettling dreams about robots, dinosaurs, and a horrifying upheaval of the world as I know it.  The robots themselves aren’t the unsettling part, but the part where they discover I’m the only human left and try to destroy me –-

I still feel a little unnerved. 

In the dream, my friends and coworkers, the ones I’m with today, are all robots that look unmistakably like humans.  I feel more than a little compelled to give them a once-over, maybe examine them a bit, to see if I perhaps find clues to their true origin.

     Yeah, MG – I hope you don’t mind. I’m just going to lift up your hair and have a nice long look at the back of your head where the hair meets the scalp.  Maybe a lengthy gaze into your eyes, deep into your pupils.  Feeling okay today?  Any, uh, malfuctions, per se?  Oh, no reason. 

Sweet KT ...

No strange findings to report thus far.  Except dried chocolate on the crotch of my pants.

on·er·ous

[on-er-uhs, oh-ner-]

–adjective

1. burdensome, oppressive, or troublesome; causing hardship:

   onerous duties.

2. having or involving obligations or responsibilities,

   especially legal ones, that outweigh the advantages: an

   onerous agreement.

The Objective

That is not the objective. 

The objective is to do what I’m doing,
go where I’m going, for the sake of doing so. 
Not for the sake of someone else wanting it,
not for a means to an end.

----> I’d rather have my own problems than anyone else’s.


Oh, for the love of --
       
          Sephora by O.P.I. in Metro Chic
          Godiva Chocolatier Gems
             You're like Joan Jett, only better.
          Fresh fruit bouquets

Not Quite Haiku Haiku

Some old poems from my Creative Writing Class in 2007, following a particular structure.

Very fun.  I like.


Fear lurks behind the tabletop
wrapped in cellophane
screaming at the pepper shaker.

Trauma walks into a dusty room
masked in peanut butter and twine
fighting for dear life to not be drowned.

Beauty passes by a restaurant on a street
dressed in pearls and perfume
skulking at the lifeless vermon.

On a lofty wraparound porch, happiness waits
disguised as a mistake in navy velvet
pouring marmalade into the weeds.

Ignorance promises bliss in nude beaches
clothed with smiles and laughs
flirting with looming disaster.

Art fondles the bus stop bulletin board
wearing black slacks and turtleneck
wondering why it hasn't all burned.

 

Of Noshings and Merriment

Today (meaning yesterday):

                   Indeed, Friday has come again successfully

                   Australian Dark Chocolate Macadamia Nuts

                   Misto hand-delivered by KT (made with bold, not Pike's)

                   Why, hello little plant

                   What the Pho?!

Today (meaning today):

                  Breakfast at home with Bear...........................Check

                  Rockstar hair, please....................................Check

                  Good dose of affirmation from lovely friends........Check

                  Hearty laughs.............................................Check

                  (Multiply by ten)..........................................Check

                  Coffee in the evening....................................Check

                  Amount of Happy..........................................100%

                  Conclusion: Success

                       

In the Life

Dreams of tidal waves. Death. Friend’s death. Death’s death. Alarm. GANK GANK GANK GANK. Roll over. Roust. Slump. Slippers. Lights. Pills. Brush teeth. Apply face. Cereal. Insert eyes. Hair. Clothes. Lock door. Bus. Elevator. Clock in. Machines on. Sort. Distribute. Unlock. Put away. Avoid. Good morning. News. Water. Phone. Grumble. Vitamin C. Coffee. Stack. Rearrange. Put off. Oatmeal, raisins, walnuts. Coffee. Open, close. Iron. Vitamin D. Submit. Process. Pee. Distribute. Open, close. Phone. Evade. Sort. Phone. Process. Resubmit. Fix. Correct. Resubmit. Copy. Phone. Phone. Water. Move. Pee. Deliver. Complete. Issue. Print. Fill out. Attach. Put in folder. Pass off. Clock out. Email. Facebook. Microwave. Beans. Cheese. Uh-huh, yeah. NOM NOM. Exit. Rinse. Dishwasher. Elevator. Sunshine. See my breath. Willamette Week. Jonesin’. The Mercury. Vulgar. Puke colored flats. Blinded. Warm building. Phone. Plod. Elevator. Peach detox. Water. Coffee. Clock in. Elevator. Basement. Elevator. Open. Sort. Copy. Pee. Machine on. Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit. Phone. Phone. Submit. Phone. Submit. Submit. Phone. Grapes. Cottage cheese. Copies. Print. Sort. Tear. Print. Distribute. Resist. Log. Plan. Lose. Rearrange. Find. Walk. Type. News. Water. Run through. Stick. Elevator. Bank. Hi, I’m good. Thank you. Elevator. Tidy. Machines off. Clock out. Shut down. Lock. Close. Shut. Elevator. Finger scan. Avoid. Elliptical. Water. Treadmill. Water. Arms. Stretch. Abs. Focus. Stretch. Water. Coat. Pack. Bus. Doze. Dank. Unlock. Deshoe. Decoat. Radio. Water. Dinner. Crossword. Dishes. Tidy. Remove eyes. Shower. Wash off face. Jammies. Blow dry. Brush teeth. Pill. Cozy. Crossword. Doze. Lamp off. Fetal position. Dreams. Death. Famous person’s death. Dream away.

Quick, Give Me a Title! --Your Mom Looks Good in that Tube Top

                                  

                          “You don’t often see camels involved in a riot.”     –KT

If I could get past my short attention span,

         I might be able to  accomplish something really great.

“I bet the Dalai Lama doesn’t have to push paper.”    –Will

                     It turns out my gynecologist is not, in fact, a lesbian. 

                     I won't say I'm not a little disappointed by this.

Of note:

    Fantastic calamity

    Calamtastic fanamity

                                    The bus stinks it smells like mold and vomit,

                                    sour and stale like wet shoes

                                    worn and old, like a weary old man with creaky joints and sticky bones,

                                    sad and lifeless like the plants my brown thumb smothers, letting go

                                    to other times and other lives away from wilted skulls and fragile soil.