Early Morning

Oh, my dear, sweet food stamps. How I loved you. How I cherished you. How I used you to buy food and sometimes juice with you. I will miss you so much. I will miss the way you let me eat when I was hungry. I will miss the way your let me buy crazy amounts of cereal without worrying about anything. I will miss the way that I could use you to buy sandwiches for lunch at that deli next to my house where they have all of those weird paintings on one wall that are supposed to represent the flavors of the sandwiches but they don,t really make sense because a few of the paintings are of buildings. I will never forget you.

As you can tell (I,m talking to myself because nobody looks at this except for me) I am bidding a fond farewell to my beloved food stamps. I have less than thirty dollars on my good old EBT card and that will be gone in under six days. Usually, there is an upside that comes with every downside, but not this time. There is nothing good about not getting free money for food anymore. It is an irrevocable travesty.

Dorian Concept - Joined Ends I learned a new word yesterday that sounds like a word a drunk person would say. It doesn,t seem real and even though it would be a pretty good word to use, I don,t think I will ever incorporate it into my vocabulary because it sounds so stupid that people would think that I,m even dumber than they already do for using it. It,s ,,perfidy.,, That is such an ugly looking and sounding word. I can,t believe some clown got away with putting that in the dictionary.

I wonder if it was done on a dare. One of those dictionary nerds dared another one to put in an obviously fake, ridiculous word and see if anybody noticed. Well, it,s been hundreds of years probably, but I,ve finally noticed and I am both angry and happy that such a great, dumb word exists. It,s the small victories, you know? Discovering this word is just what I needed to bring myself back from the edge of the terrifying chasm that is depression and constant crying because I don,t get free money anymore.

Song Titles

I,m surrounded by old women who smell like chemicals. They all think that they,re smarter than me, but they,re all at least a little bit dumber. All of them are wearing highlighter yellow shirts because they think that will soften the blow when a car hits them when they,re riding their tandem bikes. I don,t think that it will help. They all have iPads.

I heard two of them enthusiastically explain to an old man who was wearing almost nothing that they saw a big turkey earlier today. I guess that,s the sort of thing that sixty one year old white ladies are into. Seeing a big, dumb bird is the high point of their days. They,re going to die soon and they know it so their senses are heightened. Any movement or sound that is slightly out of the ordinary is amplified until everything seems like they,re watching it in a really loud movie theater and there are no ,,urban,, teenagers around to ruin the experience for them.
John Coltrane - First Meditations
One of them is kind of fat. She has really big legs. I like big legs, but hers seem like a hindrance and even though physical impediments are often very attractive, they just make her look dumb. She sort of walks like a cartoon that just got off of a horse after riding for the first time, but instead of her legs hurting from being in a weird position for song long, she walks like that because of her giant waffle cone legs require her to step widely and carefully. It,s mesmerizing to watch.

I have gone to work and not worked for the past three days. It,s been weird. I don,t know if I have a boss anymore. Maybe it,s always like this and I don,t pay attention. I wonder if I would notice if this place burned down.