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20 May 2008
Post every single thought you have to this thread Stream of consciousness, people!
Oo, cashews. I almost bought cashews at the grocery store last week, out of the big barrel. I suppose they get a little gross in there, with everybody reaching in and breathing on them.
Also, I'd like everyone to subscribe to Olena blog. I need something to do while i'm job hunting, and I need to feel like I'm good for something. So please subscribe or read. I need you.
I was thinking about how weird and unhealthy it'd be to have a secret religion--think about all those Scientologists, too embarrassed to come forward and admit to a certain way of thinking! Imagine having that all bottled up inside. Phew!
Also, I was thinking that it sucks that the only nibs I can get here in town blow compared to the ones I used to buy in New York and Madison.
Sometimes I sort of heart wendell. There, I said it.
Why am I here when I actually had a very pleasant social outing, with the husband, even, last night that caused me to miss Dancing With The Stars and I couldn't vote? I should be watching the replay show, so I'll be properly outraged if Christian wins. Although Cheryl Burke is amazing. If we still had dancing movie stars, she'd be one.
I should plant my fecking garden. I've prepped, and bought plants tonight, but the kids (goml) were playing basketball behind the house and I didn't want to go out and plant the garden right there where they were playing basketball. But I am so way late planting, and they are done playing.
I can't believe I ate fast food again beach boys music on tv advertising something clean clean clean must vacuum and dust and mop and make house look like respectable people live here freaking out about money and time and distance and future plans watch out the past will bite you on your ass kerouac was so fucking overrated but ginsburg r00lz cigarette cigarette cigarette he put his hand on my thigh once and it wasn't like being touched by a poet it was like being touched by a smelly old drunk guy with halitosis and a walleye fish would be good but ive already eaten did i feed the cats fuck the cats i hate these goddamn retarded brown cats who seem formed of shit and piss and puke and gobs of hair that explode into the air like a cartoon spit take what that didn't even make sense oh its ok its stream of consciousness i hate spelling that word up yes we can obama will win oregon wonder what the score is in kentucky i said score like its a fucking game arent the nba playoffs on tonight i might watch that i like the celtics and the pistons richard jefferson vs paul pierce would be a fine dance dance dance until you stop and youre dizzy and you wonder how the hell will i ever end this post
I hate reading resumes. Everybody is a Special Fucking Snowflake with magical abilities to blow smoke up my skirt, or so they claim. We'll see about that.
Goldie wasn't so good at dog training tonight. What am I going to do? I need to practice this week. Maybe I should do yoga. These survey questions are really cool. My desk is so messy. What in the hell? This place is looking like a hellhole. How do other people keep their environments so clean. Why is there paper and shit everywhere? I want Tony to watch a movie with me while I cut out more fabric. Will stay up and talk and watch movies so this work will go by so quickly. I have no idea why I said yes to this project. I'm such a pushover. I need to take these sneakers off.
I'm cranky. I wish he would call when he's working late. I wish he wouldn't be cranky when I call to find out where the hell he is. I'm hungry but I'm too lazy to cook. Maybe I'll order pizza. I'd like to get in the car and just drive but I don't want to pay for the gas. I'd have a drink but that will make me crankier and put me to sleep. Maybe a nice nap will do me some good.
Arm hurts. I wonder if Lori means Tony Soprano? Pfft. I have The Sopranos on the brain. I wonder if Olena is related to the one legged chick from The Sopranos.
I have to stay up so I can sneak in the girl's room and fish the corpse of Sparky the Goldfish from the aquarium before she wakes up and realizes he's dead. Sparky has only lived with us for one day. He was purchased as a replacement for Stacks, who died this week at the age of 6. There were many, many tears and much heartache and I don't have it in me to listen to another tender eulogy delivered by a distraught kindergartener. So I'm going to pretend that Sparky is hiding in his neon castle or burying himself among the brand new day-glo rocks. "They do that sometimes," I'll say, offhandedly. "It's their way of getting comfy in their new homes." And if she persists, "Well, he has to be in the aquarium somewhere, silly. It's not like he could just walk off...he DOESN'T HAVE LEGS. I'm sure he'll come out of hiding by the time you get back from school." And as soon the school bus is out of sight, I'm off to the pet shop to purchase Sparky 2. And it will all be a flat-out motherfucking lie and I don't care.
omg freewrite really well i'll try to do this but can't really because you know it's like public and all but i'll try to get close to that edge of stream of consciousness unedited as close as possible tho i just backspaced over some errors like a crack in the sidewalk oh shit i'm doing it again so once when i was in kindergarten oh shit just did it again so once when i was in some school young school like first or second grade or maybe kindergarten don't you love that word kinda like liderhosen or however its spelled anyway i climbed up a rope in the gym and i loved it so much i couldn't stop climbing down and up and down and up and the goofy pe guy let me do this even though it was long after my mom was supposed to pick me up and somehow i knew i was going into some kind of bad overtime i kept on doing it because i'd never been so high off the ground of my accord wow it was incredible how could i possible hoist myself up there but somehow i did it and it was so precarious if i let go i could just fall but i was loving being up there
and that's as deep as i want to go with this stream of consciousness stuff. i have video games to play.
I should go to bed but I am reading everyone's posts on every thread.
Hillary won in Kentucky more than Obama won here. . bummer.
The Eugene Mayor's race is headed for a runoff between local heroine Kitty and this god-awful republican who will just shovel city funds in the direction of his friends.
I tiptoed into her room around midnight last night. Because it was an emergency situation and a covert operation, I couldn't use a cup or a net. I just thrust my hand right into the tank and grabbed the fish from behind the filter, where it had been lying motionless and upside down since early afternoon. And just as soon I got my fist around the scaly little corpse...he wiggled free and swam away! SPARKY LIVES!!!!
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