just for the applecart

jesus christ! talk about pressure.

settle down there, little applecart.

uh. so..hey . how's it going.

i didn't have anything to say.

i still don't have anything to say.

i'm eating a salad.

i am drinking water.

look at me live my life!! hoowhee i'm like speedy gonzales . except 50 million times slower.

tomorrow i'm going to an art exhibit. it's an exhibit of artish receptacles for dead people's ashes.

hahaha!!

also. i think i've found a way to start riding horses soon.

and saturday i'm going to drink a lot of wine and eat a lot of crab.

and um...god i'm really stretching it here.

i have a lot rolling around in my brain about things we have come to expect from relationships that we've been taught to expect that have absolutely nothing to do with two individuals finding a way to make it work without having to change each other.

who says we have to go to bed at the same time? or even live together? or do eveyrthing together? why do people define themselves more by their love-relationships than they do by the rest of their lives. (ok, some people do at least)

i don't want mundane.

and i don't want to be a fearful needy idiot when i start another relationship.

not that i'm going to. since i'm going to live on a farm with like 10 women, 50 million babies and goats. never forget the goats.

there is too much dressing on this salad.

weird area codes keep showing up on my cell phone.

last night i dreamed i rode a giant bay horse and we stepped on people a lot.

did you know you can hear a squish in your dreams?

wet and schplucky. yuh huh

ok are you happy. i just wrote a bunch of nothing just for you.

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