i work at Chipotle. and i like it? lots of cooking to be had. this
chainlink metal glove that must be worn sucks all fear and inhibition
out of chopping things at lightning speed with a big sharp knife.
Cuchio! i fry chips, throw chips, make dressings, salsas. it's caliente. muy rapida. y la comida mucho gusto. is that right? my spanish needs work. jacarandosas.
Sunday, 14 October 2007
trying to sell my car and move to the bay area trying not to walk out on my job during the next two months
i generally feel like a terrible person when i am not in school sleep all day, drink at night, hate my job feel like i'm going nowhere good.
when your landlord's an ass and your professor is an ass and your manager's an ass too,
sometimes you just have to take off for a month
and find a place to live when you get back-
i'll catch my breath on the way to mexico thank you very much.
Sunday, 26 March 2006
when the full moon's in virgo
you know it won't pass lite
red bulbous tempest
the tempestuous black nite
my iBook that I have never had any problems with, decided to implode on
page five of my twelve page research paper. at first i think the
library goers thought i was trying to fake an orgasm as i watched the
screen disintegrate into a thousand pixelated parts of soupy
mush.
four felonies
orgasmic death
dear deer in my headlights
refuses a breath
we spent two days apart once. it didn't go well. i've never understood
those ridiculous girls who melt into sick puppies when their main
attraction's gone. how close is closer how fatal attatchment. singular.
HE is in Pennsylvania this week. MY lungs are in my shoe.
they yelp the infinite
death that is not
can i grow a hose to reach you
lungs: six-day rocks
i'm taking HIS class. English Renaissance literature with old man
McCann next week.the one with the plaza in his name. the one with
gangly rotten bug teeth and matted white tranmitter hair. i heard he
makes you read your work out loud and yells at you before the second
sentence. if you're lucky.
jagged sprite of absence
sews his shadow on.
can i mend you seamlessly
rook. knight. pawn.
we need to move out of this house. i work endlessly and i'm broke. the
first math problem that doesn't make sense to me. two days till the new
moon. stellar luna. may she be a better one.
Sunday, 29 January 2006
you go along with something because you know that it will fall apart soon anyway, i mean it has to. so you enjoy the fun that you've long waited for, that the july moon isn't exactly talking you out of. . .
and you wake up seven months later to find that you've become dependent on that thing that was supposed to fall apart, that thing that is lying right there next to you. and you realize that you wouldn't want it any other way. that you've never been happier, that you've never made it through the harsh winter with such ease.
so yes. i'm still up here in washington. working full time. school full time. fighting not to be broke full time.
i'm taking this human rights literature class right now. the work is a sharp pain in the ass. i was fed up with talking about torture capital punishment war crimes media gay rights humanitarian intervention International Standards for human rights and political theory the first day. but it feels good to read hard text and write again. my brain working, my voice fuming, it feels good to know that despite everything that's happened to me in the last two years, i still haven't lost it. and it's shocking to me to learn what the US and other countries actually do to people and "justify" it. makes me want to move to europe.
hmm. maybe i will start typing on this thing again.
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