April 23, 2009

• Finding a Roll of Glue Dots is Kind of Like Finding A Treasure.

  Post-apocalyptic films have become very popular lately among my circle of friends. I blame Twelve Monkeys. And the zombies. Damn Zombies.
  I’ve been on this odd natural kick lately. I’ve been eating a lot of brown rice and trying to “cleanse” myself. I feel a lot better, sure, but I have a feeling that in a few weeks I’m going to try to grow a beard and join the peace corp. I already did that once this lifetime, I didn’t think it was possible a second time.
  Scissors are an appliance that you don’t really notice until you suddenly can’t find any laying about. And when they’re gone, is the precise time that you notice that you need your bangs trimmed, and that you have a box of pop-ice taunting you in the freezer but no way to get into the frozen sweetness. *Sigh*
  Experiment: forcing myself to disconnect this computer from the internet for a while, use this computer as a storage/art/writing/porn entity, and sporadically using the library and/or the boyfriend computer. If it works, and my life is much less complicated, like it was when I lived at home and wrote posts and such on notebook paper, then I will keep it as is. If it turns out that I can’t live without internet and wind up driving Micah insane by asking to check my facebook every hour, then I will seriously have to rethink my life, or maybe grow a beard and join the peace corp. (Or just hook the computer up to the internet, with a grand display of remorse for being so reliant on the grid for my happiness.)
  Is there ever a “good” kind of itchy? Like, poison ivy rashes that don’t sting, but just kind of tickle? Or a type of itching where scratching actually brings relief, instead of more itchiness?

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