normal and pleasant
2003-08-07 ~ 11:49 p.m.

my mind travelled miles around words rarely seen.

never touching a key.

it would have been a good entry.

in new news...

chef boyardee no longer makes regular normal ravioli that i could find. nope. it is micro ravioli. oooh.

regular - normal.

funny.

that is what i was thinking while i was standing in the kitchen moments ago.

i had a momentary thought that i had a very busy rather strange day.

then i immediately argued with myself and said my day was perfectly pleasant and normal. (yes, i used those words)

then i actually thought about it...and i had to laugh.

truth be told and no holds barred...it is funny, but only because it is good.

only in my life would a perfectly normal and pleasant day involve screaming rampages about misplaced socks and pants at the cleaners...cut to chatting at the unemployment office...then home to talk to mother and hester and emer and pirate and blondie and blondie (yes, twice)and emer and chaplain and and hester...and so on and so forth...

and i not asleep yet.

it was a very good day.

anytime you see people you care about it is a good day.

'normal and pleasant' sounds contrived...but in fact it is sincere.

so...that was that internal argument.

and how the fuck are you?

and why don't you sign my damn guestbook anymore?

it makes me sad...mute motherfuckers.

oh! don't forget to look at mars soon. sweet.

have a lovely night.

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