and, you know, that crying post i made earlier? i wasn't talking to anyone. i was just making a general statement.

if someone makes me cry, y'all are gonna hear about it.

so i'm pretty sure this is the end of the song lyrics for a while, but, you know, they often say what i'm feeling better than i can articulate. not to mention impress all passersby with my breadth of music forms and compositions!

ok, that last one, not so much, but i've already claimed to have lost my articulation, at least temporarily, so bear with me.

Good feeling won't you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like you're leaving when I need you here just a little bit
longer
Dear lady, there are so many things have come to fear
A little voice says I'm going crazy to see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise like he's been up all night
Ooo slippin' and slidin' what a good time
But now have to find a bed that can take this wait
Good feeling won't you stay with me just a little longer
Y'know it always seems like you're leaving
When I know the other one just a little to well
Oh dear lady, won't you stay with me just a little longer
Y'know it always seems like you're leaving
When I need you here just a little longer

-good feeling, violent femmes

just a general note to anyone who may be curious: people only get to make me cry once. so keep that in mind, say, if you were going to send a mean email or something. might there be something i do in a few months that would warrant a mean email? don't use up your chance. lather, rinse, repeat the next time.

The needle on my record player has been wearing thin
This record has been playing since the day you've been with him

No more long rides home
No more of your station
I didn't like it anyway
Remember the time we wrote our names up on the wall
Remember the time we realized "Thriller" was our favorite song

Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
Too see you

Maybe it's for the best
Maybe it's not for anything
It wouldn't be so bad to take this right from me

No more long rides home
No more of your station
I didn't like it anyway
Remember the time we wrote our names up on the wall
Remember the time we realized "Thriller" was our favorite song

Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
Too see you

How many times I've tried
It's simple to you, so simple to lie
How many times I've tried
Blatant mistakes of your design

Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long
Too see you

I've had so many chances
Turn my back and I ran away
I've had so many chances
To see you

-hit or miss, a new found glory

just now the doorbell rang and i was all 'uh?' and so i got out of bed and then the person knocked so i threw the door open and gave the chick on the other side the fisheye. she was all 'oh... uh... wrong...' and she ran off.

i have lionhead, too. it was great.

You said things I wouldn't say
Straight to my face, boy
You tossed the egg up
And I found my hands in place, boy
After backing up as far as you could get
Don't you know nobody parts two rivers met
Don't you know I'm very happy
You know me well
I'm even happier
I like it
I like it

With all of the time in the world to spend it
Wild and unwise
I wanna be mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing to you

With all of the time in the world to spend it
Wild and unwise
I wanna be mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing too
Mesmerizing to you

-liz phair

so i was looking for some lyrics to put up here, and i found all these old songs, from when i was in high school, from when i didn't know better. and reading them now, oh, they just make me hurt inside a little, they make me cringe, they bring tears to my eyes.

so no lyrics tonight.

i. fucking. hate. my. fucking. job.

my horoscope for this week:

I'd like you to take inventory of all the things you do to make yourself attractive and desirable. When you engage in conversation, do you gravitate towards subjects that show off the sexy ways your mind works? Are there specific compliments you dole out when you're flirting, or typical gifts you offer when you're currying favor? Do you use body language and tones of voice that are designed to be seductive? Once you have surveyed the full range of your subliminal salesmanship, Capricorn, I'll ask you not to resort to any of it in the coming weeks. Instead, promise me you'll whip up an imaginative new mating dance and a host of fresh, hot moves.

sounds pretty good eh!

OMFG y'all.

PAMIE is back.

PAMIE

WITH A BOOK DEAL

I'M GLEEFUL AND YELLING.

go read, now.

stat.

sometimes, i take a picture of my head with the digital camera, and when i look at it i think 'why didn't anyone tell me i looked like junior gorg from the fraggles?'

and no one did, either. i had to figure it out on my own. y'all hookers.

another funny work story:

this dude comes in this morning dressed all ratty, with this long black holey skirt on. i see him again at about three, when he is being escorted out by security. turns out he was taking my magazines and ripping off the covers and hiding them, and when he got caught he said 'the mixers made me do it!'

ahh, to live and work in the ghetto.

things i hate: a short list

people who insist on backing into parking spaces.

damn, i know there were more.

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damned fire, it's making my chest hurt.

stupid arizona, if you were going to go up in flames you could have at least done it politely. you don't see us wafting any of our smoke over there to you. when los alamos was on fire it wasn't like this!

i'm just saying, arizona, that some people might think it would be funny to throw rotten eggs at your garage. you might keep that in mind when you're thinking about burning, eh slappy?

so, i think i heard the funniest thing ever at work today.

short history: i have a job many men would kill for, in that i look at porn all day. i'm the magazine lady at your favorite local entertainment store (if you live in albuquerque, and uhm, you don't hate my store, and um you go into my location) and i'm in charge of, among other things, porn. all kinds of it.

earlier i was cleaning out my locked box of porn (called, um, the porn box) to make room for new porn. i found a muscle lady magazine. and this wasn't just strong lady porn, this was porn in which the women look like men because of the substances, namely steroids, they take.

they have more than square jaws, y'all.

let me just say that i laughed for an hour after i heard my boss bellow: "DUDE WHAT HAPPENED?? WHY DOES THAT CHICK HAVE BALLS?" to um, every picture in the magazine.

ha ha ha it was great.

rackin... uh... frackin?

RAWR.

together, yes, brushes of kisses and cassette tapes piled on the floor. whispers of conversation, lying heavy on hearts and secrets meant to keep.

The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz

on the off chance that any of y'all are kicking it burque style, there's a health warning for tonight because of all the goddamned smoke. they're all simpering "there's no health risk!" but fuck that y'all. i couldn't see the fricking mountains this morning from my job, and i work in the heights. and just now, the moon's all sick and yellow from the haze. also, it tasted like burning this morning.

not that you wouldn't know this if you live here, but i just thought i'd throw it out.

ok, time to fess up to which were the truths and which was the lie!

1. my friends' band, pullout method, released a cd a couple of years ago. the final track, entitled 'do the fratboy' featured noises from a party at the house where some of the band members lived. you can clearly hear me say "HIIII NEIL!" and "OH MY GOD." and, dude, i wasn't even drunk.

2. my friend brian was taking nude pictures of everyone he knew for his photography project. the night i was supposed to go over there, we all got nervous and so, of course we got drunk. after that no one could drive, therefore no nudie art pictures. (you got it TAM)

3. ok, not so much short play as 'manifesto' that andrew and i wrote for our theatre class. it was ten minutes on why we should get As, especially since we tried harder in that class than any other. funky soundtrack provided by andrew. i did get an A, btw. also, i've written comedy sketches.

ta-da!

ps, a poetry fragment

i mourn sometimes
what i've lost
before it's gone

rackin frackin.

sucks.

Heaven, a gateway, a hope
Just like the feeling inside, it's no joke
And though it hurts me to treat you this way
Betrayed my words, I'd never heard, too hard to say
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try
To break this circle that's been placed around me
From time to time, I find I've lost some need
That was urgent to myself, I do believe
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got grey eyes
And I've never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Bolts from above hit the people down below
People in this world, we have no place to go
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Oh no, I've never met anyone quite like you before

AHAHAHAHAHAHHARHERHAERhetraeiothat

ok, edited after the fact to add this link. please, please, please, do yourself a favor and listen to the one called 'michael.'

don't say i never did anything for you :)

LIZZYBITCH whoa ann landers died
LIZZYBITCH ehehe
LIZZYBITCH she called the pope a polack once
carpEbay what
carpEbay that's crazy shit yo
LIZZYBITCH we always had dear abby
LIZZYBITCH and you know
LIZZYBITCH isn't that kind of fuckin' weird
LIZZYBITCH they were twins
carpEbay yes
LIZZYBITCH and they both got jobs as advice columnists
carpEbay np: Goldfinger - 99 Red Balloons (0:23 / 4:11)
LIZZYBITCH also, the daughter
LIZZYBITCH of ann landers
carpEbay well you know what they say about twins
LIZZYBITCH is an advice columnist for slate.com
LIZZYBITCH i'm thinking that um
LIZZYBITCH this monarchy of advice columnists has to go

:)

yars yars

time for another round of two truths and a lie!

1. i'm featured on a punk rock album
2. i posed nude for my friend's photography project
3. i have written a short play that was performed

when mbp and i went to get some dinner, we had the windows down and at a stoplight we heard a lone bagpiper, but we couldn't see him. it was weeeeeeeird.

weird i say!

when i grow up, i want to look like amelie.

please?

chones!
sheets!
chones!
sheets!

(guitar solo)
(drum solo)

(guitar and drum duo)

clean chones!
clean sheets!

yeah, it's been a really exciting day. woo.

whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
and the shop fronts on holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels).
we peered through the windows: new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating.

as if saved from the gallows.
there's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited.

passing through unconscious states.
when i awoke i was on the highway.

with your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement: a moviescript ending,
and the patrons are leaving, leaving.

now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs (yes, yes).
i'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets, they toss and turn, (you can't begin to get it back).

passing through unconscious states.
when i awoke i was on
the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the highway.

-a movie script ending, death cab for cutie

so, because i can't get into #mefi, i've spent several minutes this evening adding to my photo album. i hope y'all like looking at my head as much as i do,

password's still GIMME.

yeah, matthew sweet on the radio. this is pleasant. heh.

pitu-chan! pitu-chan, check your email!

career changes i examined and rejected today:

arms dealer
headphone model
martyr for a cause
box lifter
ink tester

AHH just now the wind caused some kind of weird power shut off in my building and i got scared that i'd burned up the computer! but then it came back on so i smooched the surge protector. but then i tried to get online, and there was no dialtone, so i got scared that i'd burned up the modem! but you are reading this so, obviously, everything is okay. you can relax.

who mistook the steak for chicken!
who'm i gonna stick my dick in!
we're not those kids
sitting on the couch!

who's back? who's back? who's a good dog? could it be...thumbdog? fuck yeah. dan is rad.

ps, don't forget the first appearance of cake the cat.

ever had a day where you felt like you were crawling up a brick wall, backwards?

yeah.

mes yeux, mex yeux!

it's not supposed to be french week on plpb, but my eyes are all weirdly sore.

MES YEUX.

ATTENTION ALL ECCENTRIC OLD LADIES:

Have you ever been going about your day, doing mildly eccentric things like, say, rearranging all 200 of your hairbrushes or renaming all your cats and thought to yourself, "Self, this would be a heck of a lot easier if I had someone around to help out!"

Your prayers have been answered, eccentric old ladies. Just call Professional Smartass, Inc, and hire Eliza Bitch as your own personal assistant.

I'm great at repetitive tasks, and I'm quirky enough so that we'd get along famously. As an added bonus, I'm delighful and charming, and can amuse you to boot! I can clean out catboxes like a champ, although after a week I'd sneak out and get us one of those self-cleaning ones. I'm proactive, too! I'm relocatable anywhere, unless you live in a dry county. If this is a problem, use your eccentricity! Lobby to have the laws changed! The teenagers in your county will thank you, and so will I. (Lobbying services extra.)

So don't hesitate to email. Salary will be discussed at a later date.

Contact me today, and never be eccentric alone again!

je ne veux pas travailler.

not only a pretty song, exactly how i feel right now.

mbp: if i could make boullibaise out of my boss' brain, i would, and i'd serve it to all the customers in a gold dish!

she wanted y'all all to know. please comment so she can feel loved by all readers of pretentious little pixel bully.

all right kittens, let's try this shit out.

password is 'GIMME'

also, if there's a better way to do this from photoisland, let me know.

thanks for the recommendation, jon. :)

it's hotter than a sumbitch out there.

also, sing along now

what the world
needs now
is MORE PICTURES OF ME

booyah. anyone know a good um free webspace provider that lets me deep link pictures? come on now, one of you has to.

VLADIMIR:
(feebly). All right. (Estragon sits down on the mound. Vladimir paces agitatedly to and fro, halting from time to time to gaze into distance off. Estragon falls asleep. Vladimir halts finally before Estragon.) Gogo! . . . Gogo! . . . GOGO!
Estragon wakes with a start.

ESTRAGON:
(restored to the horror of his situation). I was asleep! (Despairingly.) Why will you never let me sleep?

VLADIMIR:
I felt lonely.

ESTRAGON:
I had a dream.

VLADIMIR:
Don't tell me!

ESTRAGON:
I dreamt that—

VLADIMIR:
DON'T TELL ME!

ESTRAGON:
(gesture toward the universe). This one is enough for you? (Silence.) It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?

- samuel beckett

i am no longer a nervous nellie! you can resume your regularly scheduled program.

i'm a nervous nellie! i'm a nervous nellie!

if i had bongo drums, i'd bang on them repeatedly right now!

changed my template! ok!

oy, christ almighty. i need someone to tell me to calm the fuck down.

AUGH

can someone possibly let me know why when i plug the serial cable into my olympus d360l, the fucking camera TURNS OFF and WON'T COME BACK ON until i remove the cable? this kind of hinders me from, oh, i don't know, FUCKING REMOVING THE PICTURES from the CAMERA.

it's never done this before. not only am i frustrated, i'm annoyed!

seriously, any advice would be great.

so, you know, i think there's a pretty good reason i don't pay attention to the news anymore.

if the world ends, one of y'all will let me know, right?

cold hands mean a warm heart.

oh my god.

so, when i have kids, are they gonna think i'm all silly and what's the big deal about harry potter the way i am about star wars? well, then they're idiots! idiots, i say!

YAY we are going to the crafty store and i am so excited!

i have a good idea for a necklace i wanna make and i need some stuff there. also, other stuff. i am gonna make neat things! i am a nerd!

elizabitch: what's your favorite palindrome? mine's racecar.
mbp: umm..... modem? wait, that's not... (trails off)

ahh, another day in the ghetto

so um is anyone else having a problem connecting to winmx? i was downloading just fine last night and then BOOM. i can't get connected.

i, uh, really need to back up all of my cds! that's it!

bueller?

yay, it is so nice to listen to the nothing but 90s show on friday nights (would have posted the link to the radio station but the site is fucking stupid and has a crappy UI and makes me want to kick it, frankly) because i can sing along for as long as i'd like, without even having to think. this is the place in my brain where nothing else can squelch in -- i may forget to turn in my movies (stupid, not like i work there) or to set my alarm clock or um um i don't know, something important, but i will always remember all the words to soul asylum frustrated incorporated (as, you know, an example, since it came on tonight.) but they played hootie and the blowfish a minute ago and i almost broke the stereo in my rage. i didn't sing along to that one. afterwards i realized this meant they wouldn't play it again tonight so i was pleased. i'm rambling, yes? well, what do you do.

when i'm alone and the world is a fist i am weightless.*

i had floating and flying dreams all last night. lovely.


*NAME THAT TUNE BONUS POINTS DON'T GOOGLE

tamim-san: tj may be at a bar tonight
tamim-san: red wings won the stanley cup
lizzy: ahahah i see
lizzy: tj is passed out
lizzy: there's a pizza on the record player slowly spinning
lizzy: there's a kid stuck underneath the glass coffee table
lizzy: and um
lizzy: there's chones hanging from the ceiling fan
lizzy: and ummmm
lizzy: oh the recliner is in the pool
moz: are you describing your apartment now?
lizzy: that's tj's house right now
lizzy: ahaha noo

you know what makes everything better?
METALLIC ROBOT VOICE

side note: mbp was talking about this thing that you hooked up to your old school nintendo, called rob the robot. you'd put the controller in rob's hands and he'd play against you. he'd also talk shit.

does anyone know about this or did someone pull her leg again? it's a pretty common occurence. it's only within the last year that she's stopped believing everything i say.

"did you know that octopi can get as big as 200 FEET LONG and sometimes they have extra special tentacles that touch to the bottom of the ocean floor!"
"dude, really???"

three days later i'd get a slap to the back of my head when she researched it online and realized i was full of shit. ahh, memories.

today at work: a quiz!

today at work there were many examples of:

a) MORE people giving their damn notices
b) flipping people off
c) making faces behind the backs of others
d) the office space soundtrack
e) all of the above

THE STORY OF BITEY

one time, many moons ago, connie cobb and i were pulling an all-nighter, me to write a paper and she to finish her drawring portfolio. we were inhaling those caffeinated mints and we were, well, a bit loopy. also important to note: connie cobb was spraying fixative on her drawrings and the windows and door were shut. round about 4 am i said "connie cobb! connie cobb, draw me a picture of a unicorn pegasus!" "okay!" she said. so next thing i knew, i had a picture of a unicorn pegasus. i clapped in glee. "let's call him bitey!" "perfect," she said and scrawled BITEY across the top. i'm not sure what happened next, but as soon as i turned around again Bitey was sporting a gigantic penis. "Well," i said. copious amounts of fixative were sprayed, and Bitey took a place of honor on the wall, where he lived until I moved. then he took up residence in the car, where he still lives. LONG LIVE BITEY.

presenting... the first, the only, the most spectacular punk band from my hometown, the eight foot midgets!

seriously, this is pretty funny. i just want to pinch their little cheeks and say "you're so cuuuuuuuute." i mean, they call a gated community suburbia.

pretty musically oriented tonight, y'all. time to actually turn some on. papas fritas. woo.

why didn't anyone tell me last day parade broke up?

dude, i'm seriously sulky right now. i loved them.

all star musical supergroups (with a little help from mbp)

gorillaz
lovage
temple of the dog
mad season
deltron 3030

don't say i never taught y'all anything.

elizabitch: did i just call you poindexter?
mbp: no, why?
elizabitch: i should have, poindexter.

ha ha ha i am amusing.

hey, guess who officially has the isotopes?

BURQUE

shit yeah, motherfuckers!

so the best part of work today (after eleven hours of it?) this conversation.

billy*: you know how the other day you paged me over the intercom to ask me if doogie howser was gay?
elizabitch: yeah?
billy: well, i was thinking about it, and i decided he's either gay or one of those men who likes his women so big you have to use a crane to get them out of the house.

*name changed due to the fact that i didn't ask if i could put his name in my online diary, mainly because i don't want to get into all of that at work.

so, i feel like i should put up a sign that says 'genius burns' like jo in little women.

i am writing, a little bit. shh.

we will see how this goes.

jonmc, a funny, funny man.

How Compatible are You with me?

and post your result in comments!
woo!

maybe baby is just a little sleepy. maybe baby should take a nap instead.

be back later.

you know, you can have a lot of gorillaz-related fun dance time, or you can't. the choice is up to you.

ok, yours is better

ok, seriously, matty-chan, it is time for you to update. you can even update it with an ode to me!

for example

ELIZABITCH

lizzy is the coolest chick
that's the truth! not a trick
she likes to drink lots of beer
for when she's drunk she has no fear
she cannot cook to save her life
she will be a terrible wife
she won't shut up about the shins
she cut her hair; no split ends!
i met her almost six years ago
i'd like to visit her, even though
i stopped in burque, stayed the night
and didn't call.

-fin-

you can cut and paste that right onto your page, if you want. i won't get mad.

time for more squishy feng shui goodness! seriously, the prosperity couldn't get any worse than it is right now.

woot.

i am SO BORED.

and i have two dollars of the twenty left. an itemized list would be boring, even more boring than i am bored. GAME OVER.

um, hmm. i think i am going to drink the end of the parrot bay. STRAIGHT. no chaser.

ok, i bet y'all are excited! time for the itemized spending list for today!

86 cents, orange for breakfast
30 cents, cup i bought at work (usually a soda cup) but that i filled with water. i think i will bring my own cup from now on.
$10, an ill-advised decision to go to the convenience store, whereupon i bought milk (to cook dinner) cigarettes, a coke (damnit! but it was a small one) and a lottery ticket, to test my theory of money falling out of the sky. (which didn't work)
but i did find two dollars in change.

so my status right now is $10.72. i am not quite sure how this happened.

holy fucking shit i just saw the hugest fucking grasshopper. it was like a standoff in the entryway to my building. he came after me, and i screamed and scurried away.

i don't like grasshoppers.

Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd once never been
All the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away

So I start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say

Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it's night or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away

So I start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say

Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
At least not today

oasis, don't look back in anger.

ps, thought of something else i spend money on: laundry. although perhaps i can bully mbp into payin' for it since i paid for the last eight loads.

also, if money falls out of the sky or a homeless guy gives me a dollar or something, i will add that to the total. i'm just not taking money out of the bank.

so it's time for a new and exciting game here at pretentious little pixel bully! we're gonna call it 'how long can elizabitch make twenty dollars last?' and it's not like i don't have money in the bank; i do. i just have a twenty dollar bill, and i feel like being an ass.

we are starting today, on friday, with twenty dollars.

here are the things that i buy:
1. breakfast. now that i eat breakfast in the morning, i need to set aside sixty cents a day for my morning piece of fruit. this doesn't sound like much, but damn, that's kind of expensive for a stupid apple.

2. cigarettes. marlboro lights are almost four dollars a stupid pack, so maybe i should switch to nobles for this week. shut up, fuckers, they're good. quit? who, me?

3. gas. i'm pretty much only going from work to home, lately, so i don't know if this will be a problem. stupid gas.

4. beer? maybe. i am thinking about possibly getting drizzity drunk this weekend. oh! i know! i'll buy a forty! (no, i'm not kidding. i used to do it all the time, and jesus, it's only two bucks.)

things i shouldn't have to buy:
1. food. we bought a shitload of groceries. this is excepting my morning apple.

2. cokes. i am trying to quit! i may have a real bitch of a headache, but so what.

3. entertainment stuff. i can entertain myself just fine. also, i'm trying to be more crafty. also, i just read through the magazines i'm throwing out at work.

i'm gonna post an itemized list every night. Y'ALL SHOULD BE EXCITED.

and this isn't really a comment on consumer culture or anything. i'm just trying to see if i can be cheap.

so, there's a solar eclipse tonight. this got me to thinkin'... remember when you were little, and you were told NEVER TO LOOK AT THE SUN because IT WILL BURN YOUR EYES OUT and RENDER YOU INFERTILE, even though you weren't really sure what INFERTILE meant? i think that's a crock of shit. i never met a person blinded by the sun, friends. never.

umm, i am sorry for being suzy mcsecrety?

damn, this is hard.

:)

so tell me, am i reading this wrong? do you mean what i hope you mean?

if you made me a mix, what would it say?

oh, she wants to tell him, i'd go to the ends of the earth for you.

there was this boy, in high school. oh, did i have a crush on him. we sat together in drama class, and we'd do our scenes together. he was two years ahead of me. the last time i saw him, he was at wal-mart, with his dad, who died not too long after that.

we were never involved, but if he showed up at my door today and said, "let's run away together," i'd go.

so mbp and i were going to the laundromat and we were rolling through this parking lot, right? and we hear this boom! and we look over and this car is careening over the curb and BOOM! it slams into this light pole. it was awesome. all these people started hopping out whilst grabbing their stashes and running away. it was fuckin' sick.

and then we were driving down the street again and mbp sees these two cops parked in a lot. so she decides to be Suzy GoodCitizen and tell them about it.

and then the laundromat was full and we drove by on our way home and there was a tow truck and the two cops and two people sitting on the ground.

crazy!

sometimes you're just all, wow, was it something i said?

that's annoying.

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-ee cummings

several days a month you made
the mile to my house,
and had me do a stroll with you.

far below a furry moon
our purposes crossed
the weird divide
between our kinds

the silver leaves of ailing trees
took flights as we passed so long ago
but a short time i know.

it pleases me this memory
has swollen up with age.
even time can do
good things to you.