all i had was you and all you had was me
~tom waits, martha

I’m starving.

Friday is Veteran’s Day.  Thank a vet, dammit.

Ring.  Thing.

There may not.

International.

I haven’t had a mix tape in a while.  I could use one of those.  CD.  Whatever.

Beast.

You are unable to whisper.  So just bite your tongue.

This semester may kill me.

Bedeviled.

Let the devil in your home.

Leave an hour early on Friday?  Ok.  Of course I still have to work Saturday.  Sigh.

Where are you?

tired.

Voodoo.

Gotta be.

If anyone on this earth needs this, it is me.

I am moving decidedly slower today.

Wow.  That is a serious lot of money.

Special.

When you’re not.

Communist.

I need some cowboy boots.

Wile.

Heh.  Oops.

I don’t know what that is, but it smells like My Little Pony just farted all over the room and it’s gross.  Fake strawberry nastiness.

Celebrities.  I’ll shoot them.  They pay well.

Tiny words.

Such a strange day.  Windy and sunny but gloomy and chilly.  Today is having an identity crisis.

Everybody

Rage against that machine, there, baby.

Twenty Bucks?!?!?

Beguile.

Why do you hate otters?

la la la i can’t hear you la la

poke poke poke poke poke

Appalling.

Dammit.  Babies.  So cute and snuggly.

Ghost faucet.

Straight cookies.  What?

It’s giganomous!

Couldn’t, wouldn’t.