Supermarket sushi was the day's luncheon fare. Same flavors the whole way through - carrots, avocado, rice, gray-green seaweed, molested pollock posing as crab - same mildly fishy saline taste, different textures. The glossy black tray interrupted a city skyline of soiled cups, glasses, coffee mugs that cowered on the desk as he made his entrance ( Read more... )

it has come to me in a dream-state that nothing i ever write in here is worthy of the 'friends only' mask. me restricting my livejournal to a limited audience is akin to putting one's salt and pepper shakers behind a curtain.

anyways

HEY LOOK IT'S ME TEN YEARS AGO!


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i was the sole survivor of a freak milk accident in the kitchen just now

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you know i've never had a good day that started out with dairy product running down my leg.

just sayin'

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