"Small town fever’s got you whipped"
~ John Carpenter, the uncas
Saturday, November 05, 2005
update
I thought that all i wanted was a job. That was until yesterday when i was finally offered one. And as far as jobs go, it is a good one. But i was wrong. I WAS WRONG! I want more than that. I want a job in a town that i dont hate.
4 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Sweet anonymity...
Yet, can one still conceal Like my crush, from who's lips I'd steal A kiss or a potato peel In the sink, whilst I make a meal Ah rhyme, my achilles' heel!
My dear Spinster-in-Training, At least it won't be raining In THAT city, although I will be retaining water, not bloating, but tears, still remaining. Double-features not entertaining No chips alas, (else me weight gaining) I swore this comment would be pertaining to your electronic complaining (I say that only for rhyme purposes). Ordaining, a Feast Day, to thee, the Queen still reigning Of coffee cakes. This isn't very entertaining...
I wish thee well, My fitful belle. Perhaps you can cast a magic spell, Like Sabrina! To make this current state dispel (I blame Alexander Graham Bell) I think I found an epithelial cell Beloning to you on the sofa. Ah hell, I need to do some work now, farewell! I miss your patchouli smell. (Did sound creepy? I can never tell).
Z, that was 100% awesome! I feel as if i won the friend lottery. And your crush should be so lucky to have you steal a kiss. If he were truly worthy, he would be throwing them at you, begging you to unburden him of them. I shall come to him tomorrow as his spirit guide and beat some sense into him. Spirits and violence are the key to success!
cricketr, why was i not informed of your new endevour? (i mean this one, not the job offer, or the novel writing, or whatever else it is that you're up to that i've heard about through the grape-sister-vine). xo hello to z. i was also recently admiring the patchouli smell.
Andrina, my apologies. Its a rather new, quasi-secret endeavor. Novelling and blogging are being done on the sly. In the future, i resolve to keep you more in the know. love, me
4 comments:
Sweet anonymity...
Yet, can one still conceal
Like my crush, from who's lips I'd steal
A kiss or a potato peel
In the sink, whilst I make a meal
Ah rhyme, my achilles' heel!
My dear Spinster-in-Training,
At least it won't be raining
In THAT city, although I will be retaining
water, not bloating, but tears, still remaining.
Double-features not entertaining
No chips alas, (else me weight gaining)
I swore this comment would be pertaining
to your electronic complaining
(I say that only for rhyme purposes). Ordaining,
a Feast Day, to thee, the Queen still reigning
Of coffee cakes. This isn't very entertaining...
I wish thee well,
My fitful belle.
Perhaps you can cast a magic spell,
Like Sabrina! To make this current state dispel
(I blame Alexander Graham Bell)
I think I found an epithelial cell
Beloning to you on the sofa. Ah hell,
I need to do some work now, farewell!
I miss your patchouli smell.
(Did sound creepy? I can never tell).
Z
creepy? NO WAY.
Z, that was 100% awesome!
I feel as if i won the friend lottery. And your crush should be so lucky to have you steal a kiss. If he were truly worthy, he would be throwing them at you, begging you to unburden him of them.
I shall come to him tomorrow as his spirit guide and beat some sense into him. Spirits and violence are the key to success!
ps - you may keep the epithelial cell
cricketr, why was i not informed of your new endevour? (i mean this one, not the job offer, or the novel writing, or whatever else it is that you're up to that i've heard about through the grape-sister-vine). xo
hello to z. i was also recently admiring the patchouli smell.
Andrina, my apologies.
Its a rather new, quasi-secret endeavor. Novelling and blogging are being done on the sly. In the future, i resolve to keep you more in the know.
love,
me
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