mogwa

So i was sitting here kind of bored. I had a hard day, it actually kind of sucked, but really rocked at the same time. It only sucked cause it was long, and it rocked cause it was fun shoveling dirt, pounding it down, and walking several miles behind a mechanized death mower from the depths of hell.

(everytime I mow the lawn I wonder if the ants, grasshoppers, and snakes have made up primitive stories about the great rapture that comes in the sound of a grinding internal combustion engine...)

But anyways, I was bored.

Waiting for you to call me after a hard day of work. Wondering if I wanted to take you out on the town cause I just got paid, or take you home to our bed so we could both get laid (he he he I like highschool poetry, it's fun).

But I thought I would write.

I thought I would let you know how much I appreciate all that you put up with on a day to day basis. My schedule, my artwork, my looking at bondage porn online while I force you to sit in a stinky, cold, art studio with a dude you barelly know.

Basically I'm writing to tell you: You rock. That I love you, and thank you for all that you do.!!!

Take care of yourself in that bullshit customer service world you have found yourself in. Be strong and don't forget that if those fuckers ever really piss you off think, What Wound Heresy Do? Then after you realise what I would do, just smile, walk away, and think about how lucky they are that my shaved head agro punk ass is not serving them their coffee. Then think about how lucky they are that you are in a good mood, and that your nice, and considerate to their needs (unlike I would be... )

It'll make you feel better I promise!!

Make yourself a little necklat that said WWHD (What Wound Heresy Do), and use it to remind yourself.

Ciao Bella
I love you

[Edited on Oct 21, 2005 6:14PM]

That sounds lovely. Exactly what I need.

God, it felt good to write something non-academic and non-utilitarian. That helped too.

How's life treating you?