September 12th, 2002

disco star

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i just went from being hungry, to being HONGREE. i could gnaw off the leather on my shoes, i could. good thing, i've already picked me up a generic bagel from the vending machine, filled with all sorts of carbohydrates and bleached flour and dough conditioner goodness. mmmmm -mmmmm!

i'm hoping the rest of my day goes better than this morning. i mean, it hasn't been an awful morning, per se, just an AWKWARD morning. you know, things that make you get pissy for a second, then you end up laughing at yourself shortly after.

1st case scenerio: i walked out my front door this morning, turned around, and locked the door, before realizing i was in my bare feet.

2nd case scenerio: i got to my jeep, started it,started pulling away, before i realized i forgot my blazer jacket for vvip day. (we have to dress very business like for the bigwigs from who-knows-where coming in today, and even had to 100%ly clean our desks yesterday, with threat of being given a point, although the big wigs never seem to give a hoot as to what we do in a call center...)

3rd case scenerio: i sit down to drink my first cup of coffee, for some reason, my hand spasms, sending half the mug (i drink huge mugs of coffee, not that tiny 8 oz. styrofoam cup shiat) FLINGS over my desk, on my lap, and on my beloved blazer jacket. thankfully, it missed everything but the wrist rest on my keyboard.

now that the coffee in my lap is cooling, it feels kinda smarmy. heh heh. funny feeling, it is. cool, not cold, warm, not hot....

i spose i should get back to work now...
disco star

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this coffee is strong enough to freaking eat the tits off a midwife.

after buckets of creamer and gallons of sweetener, it still tastes like i'm drinkin it black.

if i wasn't wired before i drank this mug.....
disco star

have you ever been .....

have you ever wanted to write, just for the sake of writing, even if you don't have anything to say, and even if anything that comes out may sound like jibberish?

"the rakey dake from gloobersville hath crayonned the anomale of what was once the flootersvick," you would say. "can't they see what the children of the fosserkin wagonned through their covered wasp?" you become irritated, because no one can give you a difinitive answer. "BLUEBIRD CARRYON! REDBIRD FLEECE CARPET!" you scream! still, there's no answer. the walls close in.

have you ever closed your eyes and danced slowly in your living room, letting the music fill your every being, becoming one with the emotion, everything that is your sway? you smell the gray smoke from the smoke machines. you feel the strobe light flashing on your heated skin. you can sense the other beings around you, swaying in their own music? the song ends. your eyes slowly open, and you become surprised - and sad - that you're only in your own living room, alone once again?

have you ever wondered where it all begins and where it all will end?