if you have a minute, please respond to this, by post or personal e-mail to me, it matters little, it is just a little thing but amusing: what is your terrible food weakness? that thing you know is super gross but that gives you some kind of endorphin rush just seeing it at the grocery store, and you have to have it every so often.

mine? cheap deli american chz, olive loaf, and slim jims. ewwwwwwwww.
wait, no. yummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

by the gnarled strawberries,
in the package so cleverly concealed,
from the produce shopper's eye

by the future in-laws'
big honkin suv,
on loan for a small while,
i admit i love it
for all the reasons women love those
i will be sad when i have to give it back

by office humor
it's not ok to be weird
everything is so normal
the weirdness comes out by osmosis
why do i want to be a waitress again?
why in boulder?

by a girl i love
what's up with her
i can't ask
it's not good

by my growing ocd sense of responsibility,
i write birthdays on calendars now,
conduct calls on my lunch break,
think about the next day's food supply

momma, is this what life is like?

i find it amusing that early sunday mornings, no one but no one has a star yet.

thank you for calling me TERRY, you crazy bastard, at 3 or 3:30 or 4 or whatever goddam time in the morning it was. i have not re-listened to the message, but i think there was singing and a good deal of being lit involved. on your part.
we had to get up at 6 to take paul's folks to the airport, but don't worry. i love you anyway. ;p

when i was a child, none of my mom's boyfriends ever took us to breakfast. or, for that matter, lunch or dinner. i feel this is a fun experience for a child. perhaps it is why i feel such joy now over simply going out to eat. it is one of my favorite activities. hm. although there is a picture of me at about 18 months holding up a 40. it was genny. that experience stayed with me, i guess.

ta-ta, dreaming children of buffalo.........

ps--tk found me out about the movie, but i'm still too embarrassed to post it, so i'll just acknowledge that i went to a stupid blockbuster for a good looking actor. ok.

dearest liquid,
you are such a friend to me.
i can never decide if you are black or just really dark brown
or some color all your own
that they will someday name a paint after.
i enjoy your so many flavors,
cheery cherry, voluptous vanilla, and even, oddly, your twist of lemon variety is strangely refreshing
(i am so excited--- what could be next?!)
yet even while standing alone your sugary glory reigns from high
i have no idea why you come in diet, or (shudder) caffeine free form
when you are simply liquified dessert
who wants to fuck with that?

when i finally have my restaurant, thousands of years in the future, this will be a sandwich. here is a sneak preview, i know yall can hardly wait that long...
a french dip is a roast beast and mozz on french bread dipped in au jus, n'est ce pas?
an american dip, therefore, is boiled hot dog medallions and american chz on white bread dipped in ranch.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

doesn't that sound good !!!!! i will grill it of course. don't you worry bout that......