The A/C in the office is spewing out oily smoke into my office and I'm getting a headache. The owner is down in the basement now trying to do stuff which he has no experience doing. We told him to rap on the duct every minute or so in case we have to pull him out.

I;m getting sleepye now....

i went to Crater Lake for the long weekend along with a whole bunch of people from India, a few buses of japanese tourists and a family from Boston.

or Failure to ZigZag.

You ever see a bird.
And you're like, this bird is mine.
So, you say to yourself: "This is mine. I own this." The map and the intention mesh. You feel kind of smug.
So, you see a girl a grrlllllllllllllll, tits and EVERYTHING.
And the seeds of desire are sown, because they're seeds and that's what we do with seeds, sow.
The next thing you know, she's telling you about the boyfriend, but you've seen her pupils dilate, and before the night's over, you're covered in mosquito bites and her sweat and spit and she smells like hope.
But that never happened because you're not stupid enough to try to smash a clam. No, who wants clam shards in their mollusk? Otters. Gulls. A two item list. But, you've got your ears open. Words and confidences fan out like. Reinforcing signals emerge, lapping against the edges of your GOLDEN BOWL OF LUST.

"Hi!" You squeak.
"Would you like a cigarette?" she asks. But you haven't smoked in months. She reminds you of a shady lane. So you take two cigarettes worth of drags, and it's all you can do not to blow on her pooch whenever she lifts her arms.
You lean over and smell her and nothing, bills, personal oblivion, dissatisfaction with your career, any kind of setback in the past, even murder, rape, cowardice, betrayal, whatever, it doesn't matter, anxiety melts away.

She tastes like pot but those eyes are anything but distant.
Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes.

And you come to the conclusion that after all this pursuit, all this sex, and need and hunger, that you've reached an endpoint, you've finally jumped a shark.

"Where you from?"
"Indianapolis."
"Are you expected back?"
"Later or never."
"Where you headed, baby?"
"The bottom of the sea."

and other funny tales!

So I dated this guy Kevin for two years. And you know, we had ups and downs but he did this thing that I loved SO much and cracked me up and never ever got old.

I'd tap the back of his head once and he'd say "bingoo"

and then I'd tap it again and he'd say "bongoo"

and then I'd tap it a third time and he'd say "poor".

And it was just this thing that we did, this inside joke. And if I tapped his head really hard he'd say "BINGOO!" and if I tapped it softly he'd whisper "bongoo" and man...You know, sometimes I really really miss that. Isn't that the stupidest shit ever??

Sometimes I wish I could just rewind time and do that once, just to get it out of my system. Sometimes I wish I could do it on someone else and they'd know what I was talking about.

I've been having all kinds of crazy experiences lately.

Last night I was on the bus coming back from watching the fire works on Bernal Hill. About a block up the road the bus stopped moving and we were sitting there for over a half an hour. These hipster kids were like "hey people! want any cupcakes??" and they had all these cupcakes with red, white and blue frosting. And then this old lady was like "HEY! want any booze??" and she pulled out a bottle of some kind of liquor from out of her purse. And everyone was like "nehhh" but then all these people got on the bus with beer, and then this other kid started rolling a blunt. On the bus! And the bus driver was like "Whatevs..." and I was thinking to myself "how is this even happening right now??"

And on my way to my friend's BBQ I asked some weird old hippie for directions and as he passed me he said "Isn't it wonderful to be young and in San Francisco?" and then he proceeded to follow me to my destination (while getting me even more turned around in the process). He told me about his 60 year old girlfriend Harmony and asked me to call him by three of his names. He called me a mercurial lunar goddess sent to him from the Heavens. He bordered between annoying, slightly creepy and helpful. It was hard to decide which.

Someone told me that the roses on my tattoo looked like "mummy lollipops" and that is by far the best description I've ever heard. Have you ever just wanted to marry someone based on one thing they say? Well, it's probably not a good idea ever but my eyes got all starry when this person said mummy lollipops.