December 2009
7 posts
$three, seven-eight-five. zero-zero
He walked in with a company pull over on, one like they hand out at the end of the year as a “Christmas gift.” There was a stain on the collar. White. Paint, maybe. The bottom elastic sagged at the sides. This was an old garment. It wasn’t that his hand wasn’t soft, I just couldn’t hold on for the full, polite handshake greeting. I just felt guilty. So he handed me...
(Go ahead and imagine the Bale Batman voice... →
I will now only feel safe if I have this protecting me from the droplets.
"Just stay focused, sweetheart. And all those good... →
quityourlife:
I heard this two weeks ago and it’s still stuck in my head.
The internet makes me realize what a Tiny Planet this place is.
I went to OLA.
I remember every day Mister J would say the same prayer before lunch. Behind pursed lips and crooked smiles, the students would half chuckle. No one dared say it with him. We knew all the words. We’d heard it hundreds of times, but...
Work weary wilderness wurlizter
I don’t mind cement and busy people. Walking to work every day, I pass by beat boxers, men in suits that cost more money than my ticket back to California and mothers with a line of screeching children on a kiddie-leash. It’s not hard for me to smile at these things. But when it gets late and it gets colder and it gets quieter, I can’t help but wish I was at a higher altitude....
Evening star, please grant me a window
My chair is too swively, too tall and too stiff. My eyes are hurting from the lowlit computer screen and florescent lights above me. Although, it does give me a faint Jesus halo to my fellow coworkers because their eyes, like mine, adjust as well to this lighting as to chlorine in a neighborhood pool. The tap tap tapping of the keyboard makes a nice beat, but makes me want to sing to it which this...