there's only so much time wondering about your friends, and what they're doing now or where they are, one can do. all the people you ever met. and some of those people you really stay in contact with. despite the fact for that period of time you swear you thought it'd last forever. and you wish it would, anyways. but there's only so much sincere ( Read more... )

the different worlds everyone lives in- somehow we meet in the middle. sometimes we enter.

i am deteriorating in front of the eyes of all cornwallians [that desire coffee]. i fill their drinks with energy and give them mine as i pass over the cup. a Pakistani man came in today and read a textbook for two hours in between staring out of the fishbowl probably with some amazing unwords going through his mind. i wanted to know what he ( Read more... )

elvis is burrowing in my shirt in between my boobs. what's really weird is when she shakes her feathers about. and i guess she feels good cause she's cleaning herself in the first time in a few days. i bet there's gonna be a nice layer of dusty poop next to my skin when she gets out. just like all babies ( Read more... )

after three and a half weeks, i am sick of being like a monkey and scratching or wanting to scratch my armpit(s) every ten minutes. give me a mushy banana already, i'll make some bread.

all i want to do right now is burp. but i have to disguise the noises or do one of those throat burps because it will disgust customers out, i am sure. i used the coffee grinder being on as a cover up. but it is jammed or broken or something. and this is very bad news because it will become a coffee shop with no coffee. let's see how many hours 2 ( Read more... )

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just like a male dog, any tree or wall will do for male humans.

that wonderful old portuguese man, matheus, who's pension i stayed at in sesimbra has been in my mind for the past two years. communicating through french had never been easier, more fun and so confusing. he was so joyous with what he had and what he experienced and what was. the power went out one night and we played cards for hours- settling for ( Read more... )

surely don't know how to sell myself.