dizzy
i leave for boston tomorrow. on a jet plane.
don't know when i'll... whatever, i'll be back thursday night.
it's a work trip which means the last couple weeks of preparation have been dizzying, and i've no complaint about the dizzy but i've been noticing it leaking into my personal life* which i will not tolerate.
firstly, my hair today is staying up in a bun without aid or apparatus. just my hair. defying gravity.
furthermore, i have a tiny scratch on my finger which might be slightly infected and i have yet to go around the factory telling everyone i have hepatitis.
or syphilis.
and to conclude, a drifter followed me around shopko saturday and when he asked me for a light, i dutifully checked my pockets. you know, because maybe i had an emergency lighter on me and just hadn't realized it. you never know when you might have to light a candle or burn through some ropes or prevent a drifter from killing you because nobody in f-ing utah has a f-ing light for some f-ing weed!
my dad and i had a bubble blowing contest with the bubble tape six feet of bubblegum for you... not them i bought while avoiding the drifter.
i'm pretty sure there were no winners.
*term applied loosely.
don't know when i'll... whatever, i'll be back thursday night.
it's a work trip which means the last couple weeks of preparation have been dizzying, and i've no complaint about the dizzy but i've been noticing it leaking into my personal life* which i will not tolerate.
firstly, my hair today is staying up in a bun without aid or apparatus. just my hair. defying gravity.
furthermore, i have a tiny scratch on my finger which might be slightly infected and i have yet to go around the factory telling everyone i have hepatitis.
or syphilis.
and to conclude, a drifter followed me around shopko saturday and when he asked me for a light, i dutifully checked my pockets. you know, because maybe i had an emergency lighter on me and just hadn't realized it. you never know when you might have to light a candle or burn through some ropes or prevent a drifter from killing you because nobody in f-ing utah has a f-ing light for some f-ing weed!
my dad and i had a bubble blowing contest with the bubble tape six feet of bubblegum for you... not them i bought while avoiding the drifter.
i'm pretty sure there were no winners.
*term applied loosely.
Comments
Sheesh, can't a single girl get a break?
other times, i don't.
enjoy boston! be sure to bring some bubble tape just in case.
Just a thought.
never been
to a heavy metal concert...
and the rest of that awful Bubble Tape commercial. Guess you proved them wrong, at least about the bubble tape--unless your dad has been to a heavy metal concert, in which case I stand corrected.