I figure its time I get off my sorry ass and update. So whats going on in my world my non existant reader may ask? Well, School is whipping my ass, and I am working overnights at Walgreens still (I cnat wait to quit durring summer). So my schedual goes something liek this: 10 pm: Wake up, 11 pm: start work, 8 am: get off work, 10 am: class, 3 pm: get out of class, 4 pm: go to sleep, 10 pm: wake up again. ANything misswing out of this set up? O yea, homework! I am doule majoring with intent to go to gradschool for a fucking double master...I NEED TO DO HOMEWORK.
ok, so on to tother news...ummmmm... I drove to Paducah KY over the weekend to buy cigarettes...it was a fun drive, and saved 20 bucks a cartoon too. O, so this weekend..let me give you a run down: friday after noon - slept cause I hadnt in about 48 hours, friday night - drunk beyond recognition, saturday - layed in bed wondering why I was still alive, sunday - woke up at like 4:30pm, and left my apartment at 5, drove north for 7 hours, turned around, and came back...walked around small towns at odd hours of the night...fun, got home at 7 and got ready for class.
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philisophical thought:
if anyone in retail is reading this, you wiill understand. THere is an odd moment, when you go to give a person their change, and you look up at tem, and your eyes meet. Not a lovey moment,but like a locking moment. You feel like the universe has stopped for just that instant. Its realy weird
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I dont know what more there is to say. I have a digital camera now...go me...ow I just have to get off my lazy ass and take pictures with it.
Ok, I am going back to sleep so I can ge tup at midnight to do homework...i acctually dont work tonight
Fake Marble Counter Top
As she grips that shinning rod,
flexible, yet rigid, and puts her mouth
at its end, my heart begins to race.
And as she breaths in slowly
I feel air shift so slightly
around bare necks and forearms.
She teases the buttons, covered
by her fingertips, and silently
taps a rhythm waiting for my response;
but I wont give in that easy,
telling her what she wants to hear;
Ill make her wait, at least
a moment longer.
And as our eyes meet, my hands
begin to slip, sweat covered on
that fake marble counter top;
moisture from nerves of our transaction.
And I look up past her nose,
no knowing which eye to look into,
each as powerful as the other,
and she begins to speak again;
first in a cracked breath, smoothing
out into that exasperated voice,
and she said, Fries or onion rings?
ok, so on to tother news...ummmmm... I drove to Paducah KY over the weekend to buy cigarettes...it was a fun drive, and saved 20 bucks a cartoon too. O, so this weekend..let me give you a run down: friday after noon - slept cause I hadnt in about 48 hours, friday night - drunk beyond recognition, saturday - layed in bed wondering why I was still alive, sunday - woke up at like 4:30pm, and left my apartment at 5, drove north for 7 hours, turned around, and came back...walked around small towns at odd hours of the night...fun, got home at 7 and got ready for class.
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philisophical thought:
if anyone in retail is reading this, you wiill understand. THere is an odd moment, when you go to give a person their change, and you look up at tem, and your eyes meet. Not a lovey moment,but like a locking moment. You feel like the universe has stopped for just that instant. Its realy weird
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I dont know what more there is to say. I have a digital camera now...go me...ow I just have to get off my lazy ass and take pictures with it.
Ok, I am going back to sleep so I can ge tup at midnight to do homework...i acctually dont work tonight
Fake Marble Counter Top
As she grips that shinning rod,
flexible, yet rigid, and puts her mouth
at its end, my heart begins to race.
And as she breaths in slowly
I feel air shift so slightly
around bare necks and forearms.
She teases the buttons, covered
by her fingertips, and silently
taps a rhythm waiting for my response;
but I wont give in that easy,
telling her what she wants to hear;
Ill make her wait, at least
a moment longer.
And as our eyes meet, my hands
begin to slip, sweat covered on
that fake marble counter top;
moisture from nerves of our transaction.
And I look up past her nose,
no knowing which eye to look into,
each as powerful as the other,
and she begins to speak again;
first in a cracked breath, smoothing
out into that exasperated voice,
and she said, Fries or onion rings?