February 22nd, 2004

Hungry

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I didn't understand how I liked the opening sequence to The Sopranos until I saw the animated Simpsons version. There are 15 people in the front seat, crammed in like a clown car, and I'm alone in the back, kicking the seat. Sometimes I open my eyes and my face hurts. It becomes a kind of infrared vision. Hairline cracks manifest as gaping, gushing fissures. Every time I go to the mall I cruise by that jewelry rack.. the one that looks like I want to bring it all home, from a distance. Each individual piece is never right. Just a wall of broken jewels. Every time I walk away disappointed. Every time I walk right up close, just in case.
  • Current Music
    Offspring - I Want You Bad
Splurt

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My cats know how to fuck with me. Walk into the bathroom and that small, perfectly baby rubber duck is sitting in the empty tub, posed as if ready for its closeup, dirty like something that's been collecting dust in a humid room would be. A sad life for a rubber duck I guess.. bought one day and then days or a week later hidden away so as not to be stashed per se but not to be looked at, either.

There is a level of hell reserved for people who call the minute you clear your voicemail. Moreso if you stub your toe while the phone rings.


None of today would have happened if the celery hadn't gone rubbery.
  • Current Music
    You bring me closer to god.