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I smell like the inside of my uterus

Minnesotan girls say "aboat" and not "about"
they don't usually, however, have the audacity to say "aboot"

I wear Canadian flags and leave semi-pornographic materials at the doctor's office
but that was a week ago so

I've got a big fat fuckin bone to pick with you my darling in case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you
PLUGGED IN AND READY TO FALL

this evening instead of linguistics or literary theory I read the third Filler Bunny and it made me hella extremo fucking crazily greatly happy to be a live and a lert

my supervisor has been borrowing my favorite book for months. she has a lazy eye and is going to put her cat to sleep.

bread is the last thing I would ever want to eat in the desert

I am drinking ginger ale and it is all bad news from here on out

yes yes, yes, yes yes yes yes, I am cripplingly lonely again but I can't think of a thing to say to anyone, or a response I would want to hear, because no matter what you're thinking it's going to fuck with my life and I'm going to slit my wrists with car keys

although slit is a completely inappropriate word here. gnaw, mash, finagle. I dunno.

I am excited to exert my ninja somersault vengeance upon you tomorrow.

a sidenote about the Second Person. second person is quite often my POV of choice, but you gotta know folks, you gotta know, that every time I use it, "you" is a different person. sometimes it's me, sometimes it's ma bwoi, sometimes it's whatever random person I've never met, sometimes it's just you, and sometimes it's this one fucking maddening glorious person who scares me.

that aside, I am DONE BEING LUCID AND EXPOSITORY. for the REST DE MA VIE.

oh, but I am bleeding from the fingerjoint.