leaks

i have assumed the ekli position in laptops. Im horizontal on the bed with the machine in my face. This is not meant to be offensive. I just know how ekli does it.

Physically, im exhausted and mentally, Im annoyed...at people in general. Working retail during the Christmas season is a lesson is social pyschology; people are not nice the closer it is to the holidays. At least Im seeing a downward spiral in general politeness and respect towards others. My response is an internal emotional death. I have no life, save for my physical machine. Its sad, but its my response to high levels of stress and tension and greedy grouch in the others.

once again my fingers are frozen as i type. it seems that if i dont use them they lose blood and go cold

what else. my eyes start to cry and my noses runs. I have body leaks. No control. Im not sad nor sick. I'm leaking. At night to sleep i have to drink a little bit and it takes the pain away from my aches. My feet my back suffer from a epidemic of poverty brought on by higher education.

I dont want to be cranky anymore.

I want to tell Grod that he is LEGEN....wait for it....DAIRY. I mean that.

I havent taken a picture of my hairy legs yet, I'm sorry. But trust me...they are only getting hairier. I dont shave anymore. I did once for the christmas party and i made one razor be dead; died, done.

Thats my life. Its endless working and disappointment in restaurants.


ps. this man at borders told me i look like a botticelli painting, so i thought i'd let you decide...oh and i picked the most appropriate painting. the virgin mary/allysin

feet

I wonder how the United States would respond to a lack of feet. Would cashiers be allowed to sit or would the be forced to stick their pegs into squares and wobble to and fro? While this country may have laws encouraging entrepreneurship their are very few laws that protect the employee. The bottom is essentially a freed slave class that works for very little pay and receives little in the way of benefits.

If I get in an accident, I'll die. I have no insurance; and yet I have two jobs and work over 50 hours a week.

It is still the wild wild west as some say. I'm just glad prohibition was repealed. The only straightener for my frown is liquid and bottled. Tonight I've successfully recycled two glass bottles.

I think my friendliness and overall warmth and genuine nature is perceived as flirting. When I work, I talk. It's my social life too. Today alone, an old man kissed my hand and a young goth man gave me his number. Géraud, you need not worry, I've only got eyes for you. And well, hairy legs.

I stopped shaving. I no longer see the point. I'm cold all the time and fur is warm. My legs look especially good and tanned from afar. Leg hairs make it seem as though I'm tanned. And being tanned, but not naturally dark is good. Right?

That's what the TV says.

I think too much and drink too little. I like France where wine at lunch is ok. I've only got tea and ibuprofen in this country.


The End

Rumdumdum

I'm drinking a cuba libre. IAm good at it. I'll tell you how, you put the rum in the glass with the ice and you must remember that you are putting the rum otherwise you end up with a very cuba libre, so then you put in yer dark liquids and stick a pen in, ink side up, and stir like a hula hoop. Then you make a pursed lip style and move the glass to yer face. Now suck.

In third grade, in Texas, we had to take a test that was written. Our task was to describe how to do something. It was a how to paper. Remember? So drinking is kinda like that, like how third grade can remember you cocktails.

Also on the second paragraph thought i'd like to say that i now have two jobs. Which is maybe a bad idea since I can only have two if Poule has three and Eckli has one. That was a rule of numberisation learned in Paris. So Ill leave out specifics for the hearts sake, but I'm definitely winking at poule right now.

I spent thanksgiving putting lots of cayenne pepper into a butternut squash soup i prepared and ate all by myself, sitting indian style on the rug devant the tv. I made my tongue have so much fire and then i used my how to skills to put a rum coating in my mouth. Normally alcohol and fire are friends in very special way, but this night, they were real close buds.

Grod and I met two years ago today. Thanks to his large drunken friend. But Then here we have again examples of the drink. Perhaps the title of this entry actually applies. That definitely was not intentional.

I accidentally ordered a computer wrongly last night. Right now the postal system means so much to my fate and future. If a computer arrives, if my passport ever comes back, if the socks show up. I don't know how much luck I've got.

Kasha has gone AWOL again. She needs a pounding. There isn't much that can be done. She is such a smooth talker but not a dooer. I think fer christmas I'll get her a gift card to the planned parenthood.

If I wear my black coat, I look like an oldie. It's good in a respectful way, but I love childlike innocence, but not sick child fantasy sex. I disagree with the mother in the book I'm reading. Sexual harassment and abuse are real. And I'll not be having any of it.

Last piece of life that I'll Internet for you; my pinkies turn ice cold when I type late at night. It takes at least a full hour for them to thaw.