Good news: Staying late late late in the office to prepare worksheets and agendas for a staff meeting is more satisfying than staying late to edit math tests or pack boxes of scantrons.
Bad news: I promised to cook for this one, so I still have to go home and make hippy-devil-eggs. Or I have to get up early and do the same...
Good news: It's totally good that Josh was not at all interested in the poetry slam tonight, because I would have had to flake anyway.
PS: Welcome to town Josh!
PPS: Fuck you single sided office copier. You are totally bumming me out.
i noticed that theres a post category for dreams, so i am obnoxiously moving my "dream journal" to the front page. quickly, though, because i have to get to work.
last night after falling off over park avenue with the help of boson, fresh from the gay bar, i passed out and such visions came. in my dream, i was observing an ultimately rare set of birds, two horse-sized white vultures in captivity, the only known birds of their kind. either they had been regenerated from extinction like jurassic park, or they were from another planet beyond the sun! nobody remembered, we were all just there to see those big birds.
a child somehow got into their cage, and when the mother noticed, she followed it, all silent trying to avoid the attention of the birds. she failed, somehow, and the birds toyed with her for long minutes, and she screamed and screamed for help, and then they tore her to shreds pretty slowly. everyone just stood and watched, either silent or praying or crying or covering their eyes and ears. as the birds were so rare, no one was permitted to harm them, or even tranquilize them.. i became very upset and went outside to cry, and it was nighttime, and i could still hear the woman screaming like an animal and the birds shrieking to eachother.
then i went to research the birds, and i found that they had been discovered in a hawaiian island called mauna loa (i dont know if this rerally exists). the trees where they were found are so huge they can be seen distinctly from space, enormous, great green conifers with huge red blossoms the size of houses. they formed a kindof ring and dominated that tip of the island like a crown. a neat inconsistancy with earlier. i was drunk.
flash foward a day to kara and i waiting for the bus. she had read in the paper that, amazingly enough, the woman who was eaten by the birds was the regular bus driver of our route! i tried to convince her that the bus wouldn't be coming, and she said no way, theyd get a substitute, and i just couldn't believe it. and then i woke up and posted this. now i have to take a shower.
i noticed that theres a post category for dreams, so i am obnoxiously moving my "dream journal" to the front page. quickly, though, because i have to get to work.
last night after falling off over park avenue with the help of boson, fresh from the gay bar, i passed out and such visions came. in my dream, i was observing an ultimately rare set of birds, two horse-sized white vultures in captivity, the only known birds of their kind. either they had been regenerated from extinction like jurassic park, or they were from another planet beyond the sun! nobody remembered, we were all just there to see those big birds.
a child somehow got into their cage, and when the mother noticed, she followed it, all silent trying to avoid the attention of the birds. she failed, somehow, and the birds toyed with her for long minutes, and she screamed and screamed for help, and then they tore her to shreds pretty slowly. everyone just stood and watched, either silent or praying or crying or covering their eyes and ears. as the birds were so rare, no one was permitted to harm them, or even tranquilize them.. i became very upset and went outside to cry, and it was nighttime, and i could still hear the woman screaming like an animal and the birds shrieking to eachother.
then i went to research the birds, and i found that they had been discovered in a hawaiian island called mauna loa (i dont know if this rerally exists). the trees where they were found are so huge they can be seen distinctly from space, enormous, great green conifers with huge red blossoms the size of houses. they formed a kindof ring and dominated that tip of the island like a crown. a neat inconsistancy with earlier. i was drunk.
flash foward a day to kara and i waiting for the bus. she had read in the paper that, amazingly enough, the woman who was eaten by the birds was the regular bus driver of our route! i tried to convince her that the bus wouldn't be coming, and she said no way, theyd get a substitute, and i just couldn't believe it. and then i woke up and posted this. now i have to take a shower.
Today at the Outlet Mall (don't you judge me, I needed swim trunks and a straw cowboy hat, I found neither) we were browsing when I watched this woman sort of reach over and playfully tap this guy on the head, a guy who began to scream obscenities that for what they lacked in originality and cleverness he made up for in volume and ferocity.
And he was screaming about her having touched his hair.
A grown man
A grown ass man. He went so far as to raise his hand at her when the manager intervened and told him that he could leave immediately or go to jail.
"Fuck ALL you bitches." he replied after thinking for a moment.
On the way out, he grabbed a hat from a circular rack. A random one, with tags and all. Not his hat. And walked from the store without paying. From the parking lot, he continued to scream with his wounded hair carefully protected from the sun beneath his shoplifted hat.
