Without you it's a waste of time.

I took my first hit of canned whipped cream tonight, I couldn't feel my arms for a good portion of work, it was the most interesting feeling I have ever encountered with a dairy product. Usually dairy is not on my side.

I final destination styled it tonight. Going about 60 on roller coaster road (its a 25) for a simple rush almost became fatal. Our car kissed a bmw going about the same speed on the opposite yellow line, we drifted and almost hit a tree. To think that my life could have ended so suddenly does not even bring a flinch to my body. That can't be good. It's not that I don't care about my life, but when its time to go, its time to go.

I get to experience camping for the first time of my life on Friday. I am excited, but at the same time a little skeptical. I'm not a fan of over happy families singing over a campfire. Maybe there will be a bear. Cool.

Comatose

I'm still not over this.

It's business time.

A woman came up to me today completely flustered shaking and wailing her receipt that the yogurt that she had just purchased had been wrongly priced and demanded to know why we could make such a mistake (35 cents go a long way for some people). Apparently "you got it chief" is an inappropriate response to such an issue. She looked at me like I was an uneducated baboon and grabbed her yogurt and disappeared around the desk. "Have a glorious day!" I said with a large grin. Who knew that such a creamy delicacy could cause such commotion.

It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low...

Umphrey's McGee is one of the most amazing jam bands alive today. Their ability to sync in and out with one another could be described by no other words than "face melting". My brain is still fried from the mixes of marijuana and epileptic strobe lights, its a great combination really. 

On the bus ride home citizens were graced by the presence of "Phil". Phil was a simple guy. The bottom of his feet were the color of tar because he didn't feel the need to wear shoes. "Who needs shoes anyways?" Phil would repeat. He became notorious on the Silver Line that night. A Phil chant soon became abrupt and instantly a star was born. Long live Phil, king of dirty feet and the Silver Line.

Death and His Friend

After changing rooms in my house for a different change of scenery I find myself finally settling in. It is my own space separated from responsibility and commotion by an old door that squeaks louder than boiling tea pot. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Changing rooms a year ago would have been a big deal for me, change scared me for a decade until a close friend told me to "man up." After that blunt answer I had no choice. I find myself comfortably numb upon my mattress and tapestries.

It is very serene out my window with a newly installed koi pond that I can stare down at from two stories. There is always action in the pond from the four frogs and four goldfish... that turned into thirty two goldfish. My mother asked me how such a thing could happen. I looked at her amazed with such a brilliant expression and told her simply that gravity had cursed us with not global warming, but with twenty life changing goldfish. Every year a fish or two tend to disappear. My mother is convinced that someone or something is playing a joke on us. Either that or maybe it could be the dozens of stray cats prowling the neighborhood, just a suggestion.

Off to bed to wake up to my character changing, ahem, enhancing job, where I am supposed to listen to customers complain about how it is my fault that an old woman clearly saw that orange juice was far past expiration but felt the need to drink it because she was "dying of thirst". In my opinion if she wanted attention why not get struck my lightening, that seems to be all the rage lately.

Consider me an object, put me in a vacuum.

After getting rejected for the fourth time by my true love. Scratch that I am only nineteen, I don't even know what love is, for all I know being in love leads to paternity tests on the Maury Show, on basic cable, classy. 

What can I say he was my first boyfriend, I'm naive and a female. Ready to face the world of rejection one pair of chucks at a time.

After washing my face for the second time trying to get the red irritation that took over my face faster than an STD. I looked out the window for some reassurance from the sun that everything was going to be just hunky dory. To my luck the sky was darker than Loch Ness and it started to down pour. I sat and absorbed the weather just like the seats of my 93' Corolla were absorbing rain water like a kitchen sponge because I left the windows cracked due to lack of air conditioning.

It seems at this point of my life all of my closest friends have someone they can call their own. Thinking about it now my five closest friends are all in a relationship. 11th wheel really isn't that bad. People feel sorry for you so the attention is usually drawn towards you. Poor girl (there must be something wrong with her...) So for now I'll enjoy the single life. Who knows who tomorrow will bring. For now I'll rely on my cat for affection. Cross eyed and fat, who could ask for more?