i wanna write something on here everyday

even if it’s a list

or something like this

it’s a meeting quota kind of thing

making good on promises

that’s why i habitually avoid commitment.

don’t want to have to go back on my word

want the freedom to change my mind w/o feeling shitty about it

or like i’ve wronged someone

bath mat

detergent (laundry)

sewing stuff 

paper supplies

tooth paste

dryer sheets

dvds

bulletin boards

floss

recipe book?  where are you?

like tip of the tongue freestyle good.

driving up the 110 in my old ass benz almost feeling cocky screeching on the breaks behind the audi in the fast lane

rolling.

no music but the sound of my offbeat voice screaming out gnarls barkley lyrics

get it, girl

i moved in today.

what a fuckin feeling

AND what a support base

i mean, my sister helped me move all her old shit into my new place 

and my parents financed all that shit.

what?  

yup.

how lovely it is.

but really.  on the way up here i had something good.

Oooooooh, girl.

What would mama say?

I bet it’s in her too, but somewhere folded away.

New generations embrace the taboos of earlier ones

doing things just to undo what’s already been done and undone

HELLO!  it’s a lil blank and lonely here in the blogosphere.
stream of consciousness is very strange on a computer.  you stop and delete things when you miss keys.  definitely not the same flow of fucked up handwriting and missed letters, and words that run together.  i’ll tty not to fix mistakes ar i tipe them shit.  this is hard.  my ring finder keeps popping up to that delete vutton.  shit, i really can’t type.  in my defense, i’ve had way too much hcoffee this morning and bmy body’s all jitteery.  shirt, i REALLY can’t rtype.  jaloioigorgorgoargaorigndsslfds  what do you do witha drunked sailor earl-lie in the mornin?  feed him coffee and walk on her back.  my nexk is killin.  too much wrestling.  too much sleeping like a stiff lil monkey.  mmm bananas.  did you know that there’s a profiledesign setting called banana shake or some shit tlike that?  stranger than fiction.  how do mpeople come up twith these things?  do monkeys peel bananas?  monkies?  doubtr it.  they prolly cut em up real nice, skin and all w/ some elegant platimnum plated silversware.

well, hello world.  here i am.  and now i’m deleting my mistakes.