Spoon Monthers

Decuary

Junuary

Aprich

Marl

Ay

Febre

Noly (No lie.)

Sepust

Augtember

Moctober

Juvember

Janember

The Answers, the Party, the People, the Planes

A fun game for 2 or more players

Story:

It's 7:05 p.m, summer solstice, 29 years ago. Y'all's party just appeared on this plane. Your prime directive is to be necessary the party, the people, and the planes, and the only way to be that is to have Answer. Once they all are found. They can be found on the mapped area of this plane, because you appeared here, and you cannot leave until they are found.


Object:

Players compete or cooperate to find Answers. The player / team with the most correct Answers wins. Or if players each have an answer, all win.


Set Up:

Shuffle the Answer cards. Take out 2 Answer cards per player. These are the Answer deck. The rest of the Answer cards are not used.

Each player rolls three twenty-sided dice (d20), then chooses one result to be starting Health and another result to be starting Intuition. The 3rd di is ignored.


Gameplay:



The players take turns clockwise. The player with the highest Intuition goes first.

When all Answers are found (the last Answer card of the deck is drawn, the gameplay is over. Players then review and compare each other's Answers. False Answers do not count toward a player's Answer score.


A player gets 3 actions per turn. For each action a player may do one of the following:
 - Move to another location.
 - Use an item.
 - Draw a Search card.
 - Put Answers together.
 - Call for a party meeting.

Intuition checks are made by rolling a d20 and adding the result to one's intuition level. If the total is equal to or greater than the number of the Intuition check, then it is passed.


Locations:

The Old Barn


Actions

Sleep in the hay loft - Gain 10 Health. This can be the only action you take this turn.



Items

The One-Armed Female Mannequin  -  To commune with the lonely mannequin. Roll a d20. If your Intuition is equal to or more than your roll, You find an Answer and gain 3 Intuition. Otherwise, you just feel creepy.

The Rusted Lawnmower  -

The Bags of Soil  -  Rip them open and dig in. Roll a d20. On a 10 or more, you see something shiny, smooth and round, grab it, and polish the dirt off of it: You find an Answer! On a 9 or less, get bit by bugs and lose 3 Health.



The Green Wires


Actions

Hang Out - If there is at least one other player on this location,

Sunbathe - Gain 3 Health. Take this action only once per turn.

Parkour! - Roll a d20. On a 10 or more, do awesome moves, get exercise, and gain 5 Health and 1 Intuition. On a 9 or less, fall and lose 3 health.


Items

The Faulty Walkie Talkie  -  Roll a d20. If your Intuition is equal to or more than your roll, hear a valuable message and find Half an Answer. Choose a location where there are no players. You are transported to that location.

Anna

I just met Anna. We shook hands. I wish I remembered what that felt like.

She was working at Spec's. She was moving bottles of wine.

She approached me. I don't remember if she said anything.

I asked where the local wine is. She asked if I meant Texas. I said, as local as possible.

She showed me the wines and talked about her favorite, by McPherson, from Lubbock.

She said, dry, not as fruity. I said, I like that. And I do. I also like some fruity and sweet wine.

I looked at her eyes and she looked at mine.

I like her face. Her skin is light brown.

We smiled. I said, thank you.

She went to the other end of the aisle and moved more wine.


I looked at the wine for a while, maybe five minutes.

I thought about asking her for more information. I didn't want to make her repeat herself. I did not catch which specific wines she told me about.

I thought it would be nice to choose one that she recommended, but I wanted to make sure Aaron would likely enjoy it, so I got a Malbec by Becker, from the Hill Country.

I also got Kahlua.

I went and sat in the car.

I had a strong urge, a strurnge.

I had seen her before at Spec's. Just twice I think. The first time I was with my mom. I don't think I talked to her then, but Mom did. But I liked her, as I told Mom right after we left the store, and I wanted to get to know her. The second time I was alone. I might have gone there only to talk to her. I don't remember buying anything. I think we talked briefly about alcohol. I wanted to ask her out or ask when she gets off. I went back later that night looking for her, but I didn't see her. I didn't know her name. I didn't want to talk to anyone else or give anyone an idea of what I was doing, or what I was wanting to do.


So, because of advice from Aaron, and because I was going to see him in a few hours, and because I am a thinking person, I felt the overwhelming need to approach her and ask her if she wanted to get a drink or coffee. I wrote my name,"Gregory W.", and my cell phone number in blue ink on a white Sonic napkin.

I went inside, focused on getting to her and asking her out. I noticed her looking up at me.

I stood in front of her. Some wine was on the floor between us.

She stood and looked at me.

I said I was wondering if she wanted to get a drink sometime, or coffee.

My voice was weak. My body was weak. I felt myself blush.

She smiled and said yes.

I think I saw her blushing.

She put her hand out and said her name.

I think I said my name was Greg. I shook her hand for a second, but I don't really remember doing that.

I said, here's my number, and I handed her the napkin.

I said, I hope to hear from you soon, or something like that.

Then I left.

I felt unreal.

I was trying to think clearly, but I was still so nervous and my mind wandered and worried about how we would proceed and what I should say. I wondered all about her, and what the best things to do  as people. I still do.

I typed this to get a better perspective and to think more clearly.

Remembering this made me nervous again.

I want to talk with her and be authentic and attentive and comfortable and curious. I want to love her unconditionally. I want her to love me unconditionally.

I hope we get along well and have a life-long relationship. I hope we want to be together and we spend just the right amount of time together.



I think she was excited that I asked her out.

I think there is more than a 50% that she will contact me today.





I wrote all of the above yesterday.

She did not contact me yesterday.

I hope she will in the next week though.

I have been thinking about her a lot.

I wrote a prose poem or short personal essay about her and myself.

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I feel responsible for other people's well being.

If I am undistracted, I feel guilty and that I cannot (and do not deserve to) enjoy anything if I am not helping someone else enjoy something.

I want to volunteer with a charity thing about teaching and basic needs and beauty and initiative.

I want to create art, like words and music and visuals, but I worry and feel bad that it will not do any good and it is not worth the time and resources spent to sustain me through the creating. I worry that my instinctual creating is wrong, and maybe I really need to be helping to produce healthy food for as many people in need as possible or helping to provide clean water or shelter or education...

So I want to volunteer and feel like I am making a good difference to people and doing it creatively and artfully.

Aaron is focused on laying a foundation of understanding that will lead humanity to significant improvement maybe 7,000 years down the road.
I think he is interested in humanity surviving as long as possible in the best conditions possible.

I am listening to Gregory Alan Isakoz. I like that his name is Gregory is Gregory like mine.

I like the softness and simpleness of the words and sounds too.

Spiegal im Spiegal

I was going to work at noon. I was listening to KMFA and Spiegal im Spiegal was playing. I recognized it, but I didn't know what it was. I was at the stoplight at I35 on Stassney facing east. I closed my eyes to listen for a second or two. I felt that I saw ghosts of images of the scene around me imprinted on my dark vision, especially a white SUV at the stoplight a little in front of me. It seemed the image was moving toward me then away from me. I opened my eyes and thought of this feeling. As I drove on the 35 feeder, I imagined moving forward on a fantasy landscape, accelerating past things, plants, signs, buildings, whatever. The ground is yellow and flat, like a Simpsons' desert. There is a castle (Cinderella) or a city (Emerald) (or Taj Mahal or Eiffel Tower or everything) on the horizon. Even though I am speeding forward, the horizon gets further away slowly, and the castle or city gets smaller more and more slowly, but never disappears, because it's an asymptote, and you move forward so fast you can't recognize what you're rushing past, and soon you're just comforted by speed and infinity.   ...

I wanted to see animation of this idea. I thought of getting online and searching for something like it or putting the idea on a message board so that an artist could find it and do it. I wondered if people do that, and if someone did my idea, would they let me know so I could see it. Set to Spiegal im Spiegal of course.

The opposing unpleasant virtue, love and hate and kill and love, love hate kill love.

Famous Females

Gillian Jacobs

Michelle Williams (Actress)

and in no particular order,


Rebecca Hall

Scarlet Johannson

Raya Mudolf

Alicia Vikander

Mia Wasikovska

St. Vincent

Saoirse Ronin

Anne Hathaway

Eva Green

Emily Blunt

Alison Brie

Tina Fey

Amy Poehler

Sarah Silverman

Rooney Mara

Kate Mara

Tilda Swinton

Carey Mulligan

Regina Spector

Penelope Cruz

Salma Hayek

Rose Byrne

Jessica Chastain

Emma Stone

Emily Mortimer

Brie Larson

Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Kelly MacDonald

Julianne Moore

Evangeline Lily

Margot Robie

Emma Watson

Grimes

Lorde

Emily Watson

Hope Davis

Courtney Barnett

Abigail Spencer

Adelaide Clemmons

Carrie Coon

Katherine Waterson

Kate Tempest

Felicity Jones

Natalie Portman

Janelle Monae

Zoe Kravitz

Thandie Newton

Emelia Clarke

Judy Greer

Sarah Barthel

Erin Timony

Gibi

Rachel Weisz

Elizabeth Moss

Kat Edmonson

Thomasin McKenzie

Vicky Krieps

Lily Gladstone

This was Cheryl's last night at Pleasant Hill. She sounded a little choked up talking to me just before walking out. I will still work with her on some Saturdays.

I greatly respect her and enjoy her company.

What did I want to type about? I am tired now. I am listening to an ENT exam on youtube. It is very relaxing. British accent. I was listening to Life Without Buildings...

I ate some ground beef with salt and pepper and an apple. I think I'll eat the same thing tomorrow morning. I am also eating some lettuce...

"I am ashamed of my brother for letting the lettuce spoil.
I wish he were a better role model."

Just go to sleep, me... ok

Just just just just

I got up about fifteen minutes ago. I have been in weird moods even for me. I love that the air is getting colder. But I feel like I am in high school again. I feel desperately confused, overwhelmed and out of my own control. I see Stacy tomorrow. Also Kit and I plan to bike. I wanted to text Mom about the weather and wish her a good day. I think I will still do that. I would have but my phone froze.

My hands are masks and twigs. I cannot erase or picture anything. My hands are shaking but I am not cold. They're a little sweaty. My knee sucks, probably because I suck. Can I save the bacteria? I would rather be E coli. I wonder if all my brothers will be here Saturday night. I thought of playing Pandemic, but we may just have time for Small World.

I want to listen to Today More Than Any Other Day right now.

I have been feeling weird because I keep thinking back on all the time I have spent in this apartment and how it will end soon and then I do not know what I should do or what I really want to do.

I feel so young and also that I may be halfway dead.

What do we do!??

All I can think is that Youtube will make me happy. Or at least distract me/lift my mood for a bit...

Grocery shopping is such a huge problem.

Just Canada........ Just Ought....... I am about to cry.

Patrick walked in a few minutes ago in his underwear holding a towel. He is in the shower now.

I do feel like I am in an endless loop. It has to be this time of year. I saw a person sitting in a car in front of the apartment. I imagined they were dead. I wished that someone would die, like my Mom or one of my brothers. Then I imagined Cheryl dying.

I just want so much to change. I want to be shocked into living a life that means something.

Somehow positive.

Composition.

Just... I have next to zero understanding of anything that people do.

and I am a person...

~

I wish I were as excited about eating well and getting my own food as I am about SmallWorld and other games and shows and music and fantasies.

We're moving on. "Bring It Back" Routine Poutine.

Death Teed

I um

Um

Dreamer is beautiful

Dream Beauty

I was everywhere. I saw, heard, and felt everyone and everything.

There was time. We are using time, just like our bodies. Use everything you can.

Glockabelle is fun [:

I set up a two pplayer game of SmallWorld to see if Pat wants to play when he gets home. I think he will be amused and accepting. Tim and I plan to play again with and maybe Kit or Casey on Sunday. Four player would be fun.

I've been watching porn again and jacking off. I stopped both for about two weeks. I was happier then.

I feel dumb and empty. I want to eat something good. There is not really much bad food that tastes good. Pizza rolls don't taste good.

I watched a ton of youtube.

Pat should be here in about an hour.

I am doing almost nothing because Kit cancelled our bike ride to study or sleep or work.

I should ride my bike.

The guy I played last round at Khans, when I said I want to... before playing something, said Ride your bicycle?


I just played "Nature and the Wreck: because it is calm and beautiful.


Bye for NOW~!

Human People

There was a beautiful person at Pleasant Hill yesterday. She worked on a laptop by the windows. She got up a few times to look at books and go to the restroom. I shelved some books near her. I wanted to stare at her, but I only glanced a few times. She had longish orange hair tied in the back, shaved on the side. She wore a white tank top. She had a what seemed to be a perfect body, about 5'6" I think. I didn't get a good look, but her face seemed squarish, gentle, and strong. Her skin was pinkish peach. She seemed European or futuristic.

I felt gross compared to her. I felt creepy when shelving near her. Even without hearing my thoughts, she would think I am creepy. It was somewhat painful to see her or think about her. I wanted to get over her, but that was impossible. I didn't want to think anything about her that did not match her apparent beauty and grace. There was an old guy walking around near her. I hoped he wasn't thinking anything nasty about her. In my head I commanded him not to.

I briefly imagined talking to her, but I felt there was really no way I could. I didn't want to know anything about her for fear that she has glaring personality flaws, interior ugliness. Wanting a perfect woman is quite selfish and sexist of me. I even thought about being intimate with her, just snuggling and petting and kissing, and both of us being silent so as not to ruin anything. In that way I wanted her to be like a pet dog, for us to love each other unconditionally. Even dogs have conditions, basic as they are. I went into the restroom. I looked in the mirror. I thought that I had to kill her. I wondered why I would think that (other than it being something overly dramatic and pseudo-interesting that I have heard from TV and movies.) Part of it is so that no one else can have her, since I can't. The biggest part is just that it pains me to know she exists and that I can't "have her" like a pet. Sex pet. Really I just want her to be happy. It is way too bad that I barely thought of her as a human. It is good that I am realising this though. It's not like I could ever ever be outwardly violent or disrespectful. Of course it takes a lot of work to be respectful, to care about the well being of others as much as mine. But I want to be a better person, just for my own sake. I want to make it easier to live with myself.

Anyway, I hope she is doing well. She looks very beautiful. Everyone should know that.

Hello, I'm Back

I am alive. They are black-skinned or brownish-skinned. The music makes me smile [:

Dilated Peoples - Expansion Team...

Pat is not here. I got home an hour ago.

I am Tim's computer...

Haha, I meant I am on Tim's computer. My laptop died.

It is Wednesday. This year is dying. Years go fast and days go so slow. Most days actually go quickly.

And the months fly by.

It's been almost 5 months since I began working at the library.

I know I would feel much better if I read more. I feel awful about abandoning Aaron kefir.

[: "Worst Comes to Worst" is playing. It's beautiful. I guess Kit had downloaded it. I wonder how he found it.

Straight up 12 years ago.

It's horror and amazing asses and flaming dikes. Blood shed, tool barn, asteroid camp.

I texted Aaron. I was listening to Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls, but I can't listen and type at the same time.

I thought I would read or write this morning, but I just watched youtube... and listened to Lonesome Crowded West. Julio and Dave and some lady came into to inspect the apartment.

I am listening to Trout Mask Replica again. "Pena" is crazy. I feel like I am smelling beer.

I guess I will apply to a 20 library job tomorrow.

Oh, that damn kefir. I don't want to work at all... I eat crap.

I really don't like listening to most of Trout Mask Replica.

I was cleaning out the yogurt jar after pouring the kefir down the drain. I just texted with Mom and talked to Kit. I feel trapped in a hole. Bike ride, birthday, renaissance fair.

I thought of watching Louie and when I thought of what I was doing I said This isn't much fun.

I turned on the TV and Now I am going.

Dream

I am at a college. I go to class. It's middle eastern studies, I think. I am late. I walk into a room full of people sitting at a long u-shaped table. An old man stands in the middle. He was talking, now everyone is quiet and looks at me. I feel that I am in the wrong room, or maybe I am just embarrassed. I leave right away. I hang out in the hallway with some people and chairs.

I sit with Doug Benson at a merch table outside of a theater after his show. No one else is there. We slump and talk lazily. I think that maybe he's not funny because he is lazy and consider telling him this. He shows me some objects. A plastic horse pulling something. Then, a man riding a small orange horse that is trying to ride a larger red horse. We both say that it makes us horny in a general way.

Chill Peep

Life Without Buildings... Sorrow

I thought they were Australian, because of the live album recorded there.

There was a lot of lightning here. It seemed like everything was exploding.

Australia is probably in the top 3 places I want to visit.

It's so far... There Earth is big. It's on another day, the opposite season.

How is the movie Australia? $9,99? I accidentally typed a comma instead of a period, but I kept it because I think that how a lot of the world does it. Oh, I just looked it up and it's mostly Europe and South America who use commas. It's strange... I like it.

I live right next to a Hispanic cemetery. I want to walk around in it, but it's always locked, and I'm afraid I'll get caught and be seen as disrespectful. Just a little ways down the road is a Masonic cemetery. It's pretty big. It's pretty. I have walked thru a few times during the day. Once or twice with my good friend/only friend, Aaron.

Thinking of my life/life in general from another person's perspective feels infinitely helpful.

It's amazing what we can do.

Architecture in Helsinki?

Eyes and skin and hair and light and neural pathways and runways and air traffic controllers. Silver screen, digital projectors, international pop stars, 80 year old nurses. Botanical gardens, bees, cremated candy, Last will and testament, unpublished memoirs.

That's it....

I want to or need to write about my life in order to make sense of it or turn it into something positive and meaningful. I want to structure it around the places I have lived in. Starting with 827. This apartment, then working back towards living in the house with all my family, Mom, brothers, stepfather...


OK

A Journal To Save Life

It's close to 11 pm. I just emailed Aaron. I am watching OLLA again, for the third time. I freaked out and fell to the floor because DOmino kept meowing at me. It hurt my neck shoulder area a little. I ate a bowl of lettuce, carrot and olive oil. I came back to the apartment after work ended at 9 pm. It was another slow day for libraries and brains.

I fried some frozen salmon and now I'm eating it.

"I love Jack White."

I eat the skin...

I wrote some words in my spiral.

You oughta hear this.

Charlie Feathers

What is Rockabilly

The Internet is fantastic and under appreciated.

What is real physics

I feel doomed, hopeless, regretful, sorry.

Self-Meaning is dying, disappearing, crippling. Detaching. Away. Far. Being.

Shed, I burst to kiss Jeff Mangum, loosely, losing all shape and prism and prison and begging bars and after wealth and shoving health face plants and grooming and growing twothousand tears old and beginning to fever and ash and successful blood tongue fruit gasping artful beautiful basking love.

I am going to go som mewhere. WONDER..............  Breakfast, Floss. CoFEE. AGAIN, I am.

I have dreams, I dream, Saving forever.

Stacy on Friday... It gives, all there, all over

Target in the front of a locked-on squirrel

I had a little bakery in my nuts

Over lying Truth of My matter

I hate homosapiens My belchy stomach

sings myself Overlapping Hetero

Fantasies I grab the stick the

bleeding rhythmic stick my

pulse is an organ my bloody drum

Stuck on my fourth finger I have

loose noodles in my head-shaped

block of hearty ice it's inside

my looney toon career I am face to

life a sack a Poor Tom my

rump my suckling ducking forward

I piss out of my locked door, My

friend is a psycho I learned him

to lock all alfredo Peering in my

Latin Frigid Specimen I eat your

earaches. Here is this totally Unholy

Busty Waitress. Feel my Time!?

Sacks of balls, No one sees a bladder

a sickly beefy Nectar Dry as a Bitch

Flutter in her nose My dick fleece

Biting horse ecstacy Homeo

Plath Blend of extra needless

underdone saucy Blimey carcass

Fleabag Don't Suck Millie

Wonder, An open Artificial

kindle fire I wonder what

mother had for dinster, my

what a brother you have

been You're only lonely then

having lost teeth You're a

child I wonder where big

pig skins say I will kick

you out on your firey ass

you solemn opus you whiney

crat sack of Prime Dildoes

I'm intimidated I'm articulate

Finally Finally gushing My

Wunder Bra Sexual Preversion

Ono Homosapien You pissed

my future I wonder how loudly

a cry from the back court

the pantry the yard of the

Neighbor a specific friendly

gesture, Now waiting, I am

myself doing something, Now an

alcoholic, Pissing a future
Underdone Reread

I ate

3 pizza rolls and sauce

Dr pepper

3 chocolate chip cookies

3/4 box of nutter butters

coffee, vanilla almond milk

avocado, onion, 3 cherry tomatoes, garlic salt
tortilla chips

grilled ham and cheese sandwich with olive oil and onion

peanut butter and vegan chocolate chips sandwich

i'm hungry... i dunno, no control, i give it up, don't, hold, try, care, do, do. ye

What I Ate

5 bites of sweet potato
banana
wrangler breakfast taco: brisket, potato, eggs, cheese
2 cupcakes
cup of coffee
pb sandwich
banana
16 coconut wafers
tilapia filet
salad, parmesan dressing
mint camomile tea
tortilla chips
refried black beans

Still Young?, Slow balls...

an Still Young?, Slow balls...Still Young?, Slow balls...

an ocean aboard a microbe planet - bj

I would be pretty sad if this were deleted {: allright, this was added after I saved it... bye {: ha
This is for the blog. For the world. For all the love inside me to gush out and drown the earth in happiness and hope.
Mixed up message. I just want you to know. No YOUR space. KNOW you'RE space. I thot of that. I am a clever bean. What if a bean can think and reason and reflect. I would hope that it likes me. It must be concerned about being eaten. What percentage of wild beans are eaten? When a wild bean dies on the stalk or falls off and turns into soil, it thinks about its life and thinks, "It's been good. I have felt the sun and the rain and the wind. The winters were cold. Summers hot. I saw friends and family come and go. I leave a legacy. No matter what... the arctic seed storage facility will ensure that my wonderful kind will see the future, live amazing lives, feed the hungry, fertilize the soil, die happy just like me riiiigghhhhhhttttt... NOW!" Bleehhhhhggggkkk. The noise of a dying wild bean.

That seems good enough. I am alone all day. No car. I went outside at 6 am. Fun. It's around the freezing temperature outside. I have been masturbating like a monkey. I am unsure of how to set goals or plan to achieve them. I guess school is a good structure to give method for self-improvement. I did trash and mail. I made food. Cleaned a little. I watched general orders number nine on netflix. NO capital letters is more difficult to read. It's just incorrect. I am a bit paranoid that Pat may come in with or without Bridgett. Michael Cera was funny. I wonder if that article was true. On Spotify, the past two random songs on my favorite list were/are Dream On - Chemical Brothers and Thirty Incoming - The Books. I like the latter more right now. I like Books more than Chemicals. I do not understand chemicals. I do not understand most books. They can be expertly comforting or rigorously challenging. I remember the photos I saw on the Books' website. They built their own beautiful house at a beautiful snowy place. How much, how does it do...

Earlier Pixies came on, then Patton Oswalt, then Pixies, then I joked to myself that it will just be Patton and Pixies, then Patton did come on again, and I think I only have two Patton tracks out of 3000 or something. Coincidences... I don't think they are. This is just the way it seems to me. It seems it cannot be any other way. Things happen perfectly because they have to. I cannot quite explain it. It is somewhat like I <3 a="" ago.="" all="" am="" and="" at="" backdoor.="" balcony="" bathroom="" because="" bedroom="" better="" bit="" blogger.com="" body="" box.="" can="" clicked="" closet="" clothes.="" contentment.="" coolest="" cursor="" days="" dining="" doing="" door.="" door="" doors.="" english="" express="" facing="" farted.="" fast="" feel="" feeling="" for="" front="" funny.="" funny="" glad="" ha="" had="" hah="" haha="" happened="" have="" held="" high="" hope="" hopeful...="" huckabees.="" i="" in="" interesting="" into="" is="" it.="" it="" knope.="" know="" kristen="" laptop="" leslie="" letting="" like="" lot.="" makes="" maybe="" me="" met.="" mood="" more="" movie="" my="" nbsp="" nesbitt="" no="" nostalgic="" not="" of="" on="" out.="" out="" p="" person.="" person="" post="" pretty="" restless="" sara="" say="" saying="" school="" she="" smells.="" some="" sort="" started="" still="" swings="" t="" table="" take="" tegan="" text="" than="" thang="" that="" the="" them="" there="" things="" this.="" this="" thought="" thoughts.="" tired="" to="" type="" typed="" unless="" useful.="" was="" washed="" well.="" when="" who="" wordpad="" writing="">
I have to poop, Damnit! Hanna theme is better than Surrender!! I dare to Dream, Beeeee HOTTTTTCCCCCCHHHHHEESSSSSSSSS!!!! YES! SuckSESSSSSSS! {: Damn.

Still not done, grizzly bear. My beard hurt a little. I guess the hairs are so stiff that when I touch them they poke my skin... Jeff was very stern and disappointed that I drove my car hot and blew the head gasket. Yes, I should take care of my car. I know almost nothing. I felt they were judging for making my mom take care of my problems. I dunno. I want to try to be homeless... even without a car! McCool's. Silliness. Nuttiness. Poopiness. Aaron said about the past, "I didn't like my house...", I said it sounded like he didn't like the building, making an observation about language use. I think it's a synecdoche. "My house" means "living in my house". He looked so irrated and confused that I was making us talk about it. I got so embarrassed. My stomach grabbed my heart, so I said anyway. I wanted to talk about these feelings, but either I was still embarrassed that night or I didn't care enough. I ate a Christmas Tree cake early this morning, I think. I opened a new box and they are gone now. I guess Pat was here for a bit and took the rest. Hm, weird. Apprentice Eh at the end of the Australia trip videos made me so happy. They feel like real friends. Funny. I was going to text Julie, but I texted Ashley again instead.

This really does not go anywhere. Hmm... I am worn out. Work for three days, off for two days, a birthday... 24 years. Some people just never die... {: I want to watch more Cat Lady... Some hungry bundles of sacks... Gotta say goodbye... haha! Erasure - Always! So great! Vulcan video, expressive life, Viciousness!!!! {: hehe supreme... Buenas Dias...

Food Blog # 9

November 5, 2013

3 handfuls of Golden Grahams

Plateful of organic mixed greens, balsamic vinegar, sea salt, black pepper

Small organic steak


Three Double Dave's cheese rolls, marinara