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I wake up every morning with an immense sense of calm, intensely content and sure, my heart so full of joy and love that sometimes it aches. I ache, I ache because he is not near, he whom I love, he whom I pledge to, he whom I serve with obscene devotion. I embrace the ache because this is my…
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Taste the World
Incessantly bumping into people, ow, that was my foot. Art everywhere, I like that. Beer on every corner, I like that too. There is a man wearing all leather and it’s 75 degrees outside. The sun is bright, I remembered my sunglasses. I almost crash into some trash cans because I couldn’t see past the wall of people right in front of me. Excuse me! Must potty! Everything is closed because it’s a holiday. Stupid holiday. As much as they terrify me, I must wait in line to use the port-o-potty. My phone says, eee shabutie! Please excuse me while I go hold down the port-o-potty. Mine was filled to the brim. I held my breath and it seemed to take forever. As I opened the door, someone rushed past me to get in. I let the air out of my lungs and went for the hand sanitizer. The buttons were horrifyingly dirty. The canisters were empty. Son of a!!!!!!! I made it back to my place in the grass where there was a girl sitting in my line of sight. Her butt smiled at me. Two more men wearing all leather walked past. I continued my sight seeing, watching people be human and then got a whiff of something. It was smoke. I must have a contact high because suddenly, everything is hilarious. Ten minutes later, the people who were smoking fell asleep. The sun is setting but I like the way life looks through my dark sunglasses so I keep them on.
Almost Lover
He massages my back. He plays with my hair. He thinks I’m cute. He kisses my forehead. He laughs at my jokes. He makes me laugh. He is a gentlemen. He spoils me. Why won’t I keep him?
Grenades
I woke up feeling a little bereft and kind of out-of-it. I realized as I lazily walked up the stairs and made the coffee wrong that today was going to be “one of those days..” My shower was anything but forgiving and my make-up turned out looking worse than my pale un-colorful face. I proceeded to spill my coffee, but it didn’t bother me because it wasn’t very good to begin with. I was almost late to work, almost. It seemed as if every single person who walked into the store knew that I was having a bad day and made a personal pact to make my day a living hell. Or maybe it was just my attitude. Normally, I don’t mind my job, or the unruly customers who inhabit the area, but for some reason today, everyone got on my nerves. An elderly man, slumped over and half bald, half gray on top stood in front of the register with a sign right in front of him that read, “This Register Closed.” I had two other customers in line and he still waited there, becoming more frustrated that no one was helping him. Finally, I spoke to him, offering him a place in the now longer line that waited for me to get moving. He responded with a malicious tone, “Why can’t you help me at this register?” His snapping at me wasn’t helping me regain a positive attitude but I politely explained to him that I had the only open register. My manager walked by at the precise moment when he was about to go off on me and offered to open a register just for him. I fumed and muttered something under my breath and the customer I was helping noticed and sighed. I looked into her eyes which were filled with remorse, I wasn’t sure if it was for me, or the old man. Her response confirmed what she was thinking and negated the old man’s behavior. “He’s just old..” As if that was reason enough for him to act the way he did. “I’m getting that old too..” She added with a little hostility. I thought to myself, it’s not my fault that you are getting old. I will be that old one day too, but that doesn’t mean I will use that as an excuse to act as asinine as that man did. I hoped that she wasn’t planning on becoming the same person, just because she was getting old..I realized then that I have no desire to live past the age of fifty. After fifty, you’re officially over the hill, and I would rather die on top.
Sugar Fiend
Son: Mommy I’m hungry!
Me: Well what would you like?
Son: Sugar!
Mommy: ..
Son: Sugar food!
When the Fat Lady Sings
I work at Ross and deal with unruly people on a daily basis. Some I just laugh at, others I get bugged and whisper sweet nothings to them on their way out the door. This particular female though, I decided would be worth retelling. It’s not that she was more rude than the others, or that she was exceptionally retarded in any way, she simply amused me more than the others. She was a short over-weight thing with knotted hair pointing in every direction. She was wearing a large floral print blouse that hovered over her large body like a circus tent and had short skinny khaki string-like legs underneath. I pondered how she was able to hold herself up on those. She was in the store for a mere fifteen minutes, browsing through the misses section before she realized that she wouldn’t find anything in her size there. She wandered all over the store and finally found the bigger section and rummaged through a few racks of shirts. Finally, she hurried, or scurried toward the main entrance where I was hanging up return items and entertaining myself with her little escapade. As she approached the door, she turned to me and I smiled. “Have a nice day!” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. I had a twinge of guilt for the chubby lady and thought that friendliness would brighten her day. Instead, she smirked at me and practically yelled, “You guys don’t have anything in my size! All you have is JUNK!” “Well I apologize ma’am..” “Get a real job!” She cantered the words at me. As soon as her fat self was through the door I began my rant, “It’s not my fault you’re fat!”
It’s Dericious
For some reason which I still have yet to explore, food always looks so appealing on cartoons. For instance, a cheesy pizza when a character pulls a slice out of the steaming yellow pie. Or a peeled banana which holds no flaws and can be eaten in one bite. Or watching a cartoon character chew on a piece of candy and the sound it makes as it rolls around in his or her mouth. I imagine it tasting sweeter than anything humans have ever tasted.
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