Since I’m in the haiku groove. Here’s more. I think if I just keep writing them, eventually they will turn into full sentences, and then maybe cohesive paragraphs. These are all about people in Starbucks today.

uncomfortable guy
trying to change the subject
she will not let him

woman with wild hands
needs to make her point right now
very important

the other brown chair
sliver jewelry and a red shirt
it’s now occupied

reading the Free Press
her eyebrows are knitted close
she turns to comics

She really likes him
wildly touching her hair
he looks at his watch

big woman, thin hair
mocking some other person
using a fake voice

something is different
barrista has on lipstick
she smiles a lot

And, here’s the one sided cell phone conversation of the guy sitting behind me.

You know what’s funny is my boss took that job and he said he was going to leave and take something else….her name was…….eeerrrrr….Amy. Just posted? No, no, no, no…..she left and took that job. Yeah, definately….yeah, that’s what I went to school for. Just print it out and bring it home. Okay. I can’t…no, you can’t call like that. I could try to call her and see. I had three bosses while I was there. I don’t know. Alright, bye.

And now, I try to put some sentences together:

I bought some new critters for my tank: Pencil urchey, snailey #1, snailey #2, snailey #3 and green crabby. I would have bought yellowey #1, yellowey #2 and light bluey, but they were closing and getting impatient with me.

That is all to report from cindigo dot com.

my yellow tan dog
she is sitting on my foot
i don’t have a sock

boxes of random
clutter in my living room
tell me something new

fifteen feet is high
or it can seem like nothing
where am i standing

i am collapsing
folding, turning, compressing
down into my bed

imaginary
this fighting against nothing
difficult battle

can you pull yourself
or do you need someone else
it’s physical law

eighty eight percent
realizing precious twelve
quietly slipped through

media blackout
my heart folds in on itself
I cheated tonight

thank you for shopping
it helps the economy
we should all buy more

boxes of old junk
sitting behind the back door
used to be brand new

Black mold is in my basement. I was told that this is not good. The information from the mold experts that I have received is any mold is bad, but black mold can “kill your ass”. This is worrisome, on many levels to say the least.

I have hatered in my heart. Hatered for what or whom, I am not exactly sure. Anger at the black mold. Frustration at the care and maintaince of an entire house. Insecure over the fact that I have no security. I would like to kick something, and I probably would if it weren’t for the fact that I am too tired.

While I smartly decided to take care of the problem when I thought of it, I not so smartly didn’t change out of my favorite pants and black hooded zip up sweatshirt. Bleach spatters are punk rock…right? I thought that it would be good to pour bleach on the black mold not realizing that it would make my entire house smell like bleach. I am typing this laying in the corner of my bed with my nose pressed to the sliver of open window.

Okay, just a little more complaining now, and then it will be all over. I had class for the last three days. I won’t bore you with the gory details, but it feels like a giant ape has pulled apart my crainail bones.

There, done. Thanks. I feel better now.

I’m listening to pretty, pretty music. Even though it’s cold I like the window open. I can hear my the rain hitting the leaves and branches of my wisteria bush. The traffic from the expressway is far enough away that it sounds like a distant ocean. It’s dark and my head is heavy on my pillow as my body tries to readjust to the new position of my bones.

Did I mention that I was tired? It’s the kind of exhaustion that just won’t let me relax. It’s me exhausting me. The feeling is the same as driving in a car with someone you don’t really trust to drive. Maybe they’re a bad driver. Maybe it’s the middle of a blinding snow storm. Maybe you just have control issues. You are slouched down in the passenger seat nodding off and jumping back awake with a start. Even though in reality what ever is going to happen is out of your hands, you believe in all of your irrationality, if you take your eyes off the road for just one second, there will be a horrible accident.

I have put together a commemorative “FIRE” CD compilation in response to the events of yesterday. From here forward, I will be referring to these events as 10-5, since that seems to be en vogue now. If you would like a copy of said CD, email me your address, and I will send you one.

I am thinking of lobbying congress against fire. Fire is hot. Fire can hurt you. There should be laws governing the “so called” laws of physics. I mean really, there is no reason why fire can’t be cold, harmless and possibly even refreshing. It should be called, and behave like water. In lieu of 10-5 and my new phobic condition, from here forward, I will be referring to “fire” as “water”.

Except in this next paragraph, “fire”, will still be referred to as “fire”.

I’m imagining me marching in front of some official looking building in small circles, holding a large piece of badly markered poster board that reads, “DON’T GET “BURNED” BY FIRE! OUTLAW FIRE NOW!” I would be shouting some sort of catchy sloagan that I can’t think of right now. Smoke inhalation may have further impaired my already impaired brain cells.

I had to replace Blendy today. It was a sad but necessary occasion. I was just to hungry, and the recipe required the services of which my other kitchen utensils could not provide.

*a moment of silence please*

FORGET THAT CRAP.

There was just a major fire in my house. I was sitting here writing, and there were strange sounds coming from the other bedroom. Both of the animals were sitting beside me. I went to investigate and there was FIRE all over the wall.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the mini fire extinguisher and in my panic, could not work it. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed some towells and threw them over the fire. After a few terrifying seconds, the flames went out.The house has thick black smoke everywhere and smells terrible. On further investigation, it looks like, the fish tank had been leaking directly into an extention strip.

I am still shaking. That could have happend while I was sleeping. That could have happened when I wasn’t here.

Oh god, I think I’m going to break a few of my rules and have a drink.

find annimated .gifs super annoying?

I know, I do too….but….I just couldn’t resist being super annyoing for a bit. It makes me feel powerfull to control your eyeballs.

You probably won’t appreciatethis quicktime movie unless you like babies or are a member of my family. I was inspired to finish this low tech imovie because while trying to upgrade my system, I couldn’t figure out where all of the HD space went. On further inspection, the volumes of video files laying around since Christmas gave me some insight into my problem.