| i hate wal-mart food... that is processed pasty preservative filled crap. i hate even more than that, j's inability to politely declie the dinner invitation when he knows thi is what will be served. ....
Hmmm. the 'salad' is dished an placed in front of me...no way t get out of eating it... it is iceberg lettce, tomatoes, mushrooms , avocado with cottonseed oil roasted cashews and crushed corn-chips.... ummm allergic,allergc,allergic ad allergic. Than here is white dinner rolls, white potatoes, white overcooked rice (allergic, allergic an ... ewww) an finally, salmon (dyed, grain and antibiotic fed farm raised) and asparagus....(oh my god one thing that is not an allergy..)..
im so irritated that he knows all my allergies and says nothing....and even more so that he has the nerve to ask how was dinner ?! umm i'm really looking forward to spending the rest of my weekend curled up sick because of trying to process all that crap... it's 2pm the next day... i spent all eve in the bathroom and am still nauseated and have the most disgusting belches.... and he acts like i'm making it up....
oh yeah, and he leaves after dinner to go work on in waynes shop on his motorcycle, leaving me to 'converse' with the wife, who is bitching about whole foods being over-rated cause they don't have sugar-free treats for her (uhhh...type II diabetes means...u are the last person who should be seeking out treats. REally people?! REally?1 if your body is blatantly telling you u shouldn't be doing something, than LISTEN!! there are no short-cuts. |
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| Anxiety.
Dream set at home.
Running out of time.
Trying to get there quick.
The long road ahead stretches uphill...
Bags of books and clothes spilling about.
Curtains of doors.
The ear you need is occupied by a mouth on the phone.
clutching a schedule that has grown from 10amto4pm to, 6am-8pm
Trying to run faster...
stooping close to the ground,
digging my nails in to propel forward...
Big white tiger guards the top residence.
A mountain of clay busts.
Males are neck-less
because, the tiger explains,
even in death, the ultimate fancy
is still simply oral sex.
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| hah! i tried to update a pulse via my phone...
and my pulse turned out dead... |
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| for some reason xanga was not able to automatically deduct my subscription, so no more photos for a while.
but not like im here much anymore anyway.
after working all day, the last thing i want to do is compose to a screen...
however, now that i have the new phone and can somewhat browse facebook while watching trash t.v and eating dinner...i'm hooked
yup
nothing like multitasking meaningless acts to make them feel more substantial....
actually,
i just like cause now J can shop for more bike parts and watch ANOTHER bruce lee biography and i am almost blissfully unawares...
only draw-back
i don't get to see a lot of the cool gifts etc until i log in at the end of all ... when i'm tired and achey and bleary eyed |
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| facebook?...myspace?...twitter?...
i just blew 2hrs f@#%g around on facebook...
now i feel really tired old and annoyed. off to the gym and some real live interaction.
gahh
i don't want to be all mid-life crisis reminiscing my youth already
AND
the ex factor?...sheeeiiitt..... |
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