today tasted good in small bursts of activity.
i spent pretty much the majority - okay, okay who am i fucking - the entirety of work reading this and laughing so hard i gave myself cramps.
early in the morning a girl working on the second floor had a breakdown. her screams echoed throughout the building. perhaps it's weird of me to think this, but she was a really good screamer. you know how some people scream and it sounds pretty weak and lame, like they were trying to do something more powerful with their voice but ended up just croaking out this sore-throat gurgle, and then there are those people that fucking scream and you fucking know about it because it fucking turns your soul inside fucking out and scrapes the insides of your fucking ribs with it because it's half shriek half cry half yell and it is a crescendo all on it's own, that's the kind of screamer she was, man, i wish i could scream like that.
a morbidly obese guy was hitting on me today. it was mildly uncomfortable.
also, the security guard. and that's just low, because it's not like i can call security to put a stop to it. he had eyebrows the rough width and length of my palms.
so, to console myself, as i went down the 'down' escalator in granville station to catch my train, i stood completely still and listened to sublime and carefully unwrapped a lemon sherbert that travelled all the way from britain for the sole purpose of being in my mouth. i put it in my mouth. it tasted like lemon sugar and medicine.
i spent pretty much the majority - okay, okay who am i fucking - the entirety of work reading this and laughing so hard i gave myself cramps.
early in the morning a girl working on the second floor had a breakdown. her screams echoed throughout the building. perhaps it's weird of me to think this, but she was a really good screamer. you know how some people scream and it sounds pretty weak and lame, like they were trying to do something more powerful with their voice but ended up just croaking out this sore-throat gurgle, and then there are those people that fucking scream and you fucking know about it because it fucking turns your soul inside fucking out and scrapes the insides of your fucking ribs with it because it's half shriek half cry half yell and it is a crescendo all on it's own, that's the kind of screamer she was, man, i wish i could scream like that.
a morbidly obese guy was hitting on me today. it was mildly uncomfortable.
also, the security guard. and that's just low, because it's not like i can call security to put a stop to it. he had eyebrows the rough width and length of my palms.
so, to console myself, as i went down the 'down' escalator in granville station to catch my train, i stood completely still and listened to sublime and carefully unwrapped a lemon sherbert that travelled all the way from britain for the sole purpose of being in my mouth. i put it in my mouth. it tasted like lemon sugar and medicine.
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rin:
bonsai? yeek, i have never gone there. my advice is to start with something less easy to kill, but obviously you're going for style, which doesn't really come in 'safe'. that's why it's stylish! i took a gamble on the fruits in my balcony garden and they are doing the best, it is the snapdragons and a couple of the alyssum that are dying. wtf?
rin:
i am like that too! if i go into a craft store and spend $70 on "Crafts I Am Sure Are Easy To Do, And Besides I Will Get Around To Them Sooner Or Later" and then they sit in my craft drawers forever. that's kind of like hearting on bonsais.