I’ve been thinking about my exes. I will provide details later. I’ve been toying with the idea of acting – I’m thinking about taking improv classes but not until I am on Writing 4 or 5.
Of all the pets I’ve had that I would get again, it would be rats. AND also a condor. AND ALSO – FYI: They’re installing a stripper pole in the office as we speak.
Sometimes I feel people value ideas based on who they come from rather than the value of the idea itself. They cannot see the idea for the person. I used to work at a company where the executives thought only they had things to teach – those fuckin’ retarded idiots! I know you can learn things from anyone at any time.
I learn stuff from Glowbee and she’s a toddler. (that might say something about my mental capacity but whatever!) Glowbee taught me …
- Stickers on my face can make me even more sexy
- How to eat wooden vegetables
- About concrete angels (an outstanding art project)
- A tutu works for every occasion
Beat that you close-minded fucktards!
It’s fun, and sometimes disturbing, to see through someone else’s eyes but I always want to and I also want to have people around who can open my eyes when I might not even realize they are closed. But I also feel like sometimes you can only see so much and maybe it’s not worth it to see out of some people’s eyes – especially blind people.
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My Saturday Morning Head Tune
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear the unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right, the un-rightable wrong
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right without pause
To march into hell, for a heavenly cause
If I’ll be true to this glorious quest
My heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to rest
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Sunday night it was thunderstorming – at 1:00 am I woke up and enjoyed the view from my bed. Oh! I switched rooms with Matt over the weekend. The AC doesn’t make it into my room and I thought about getting a portable one but his room is usually cooler in the summer and I feel better in the smaller space; until I don’t, but that won’t be for a while I hope. Anyway, I don’t want to go back there. If the urge hits, I will move into the kitchen next. That way I won’t have to worry about it getting dirty ever again!
… AND a bonus I wasn’t expecting from the switch – When he’s gaming or yelling and swearing it’s not as loud.
They were doing fire alarm testing and between the beeps,
My Day
the guy only said, “Check. Check. Check.”
I’d have loved to hear a delightful soundscape of porn.
Or sounds of people being tortured.
I’d even settle for pig squeals, Deliverance style.
BTW: My goal is to write one poem a week using prompts from WP community. At the same time, why do I feel the quality of my work will go down if I stick to a schedule? AND I’m dragging my butt on this friggin’ data analytics course and I only have to learn R then do my capstone project and I’m done … Why is this taking so long …. Also, you should not drag your butt on a thing that will give you splinters.
Wish me discipline; and maybe a bit of luck won’t be harmful either. FYI: I have all these tiny friggin’ itchy bumps on my arms, chest and neck – I took a Benadryl.
Recess! Go play!
Mon Jun 26, 2023
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