Author: approximately

Song o’ the DAY.

An account of my existence: The witnessing of my favorite author; nosebleeds, uncontrollable and daily; a dirty bathroom; a new pair of shoes; the registration as a voter in the state of Minnesota; the feeling of inferior that comes along with the workplace; the uphill battle of photography and life in a darkroom; the illogical ways of the American primary and secondary education systems; attempting to write, creatively; coffee, in a remote corner; fighting with my bedtime; contemplating whether or not reduced fat ice cream is legitimate; a fresh haircut, clean laundry, and cupboards of groceries; a hole in my pocket; registration of spring semester classes abroad; exhaustion of the election; and lastly, attempting to organize my thoughts into coherent, meaningful paragraphs that others can meaningfully enjoy.

For the sake of this page being filled with what Sark would argue as “unjuicy words,” I will finish now and must be on my merry way to put on my ball and chain, a.k.a. work.

Love, love, love.

A great way to start a day!

04. by a thread
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I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE for the hair in your food. These locks may have a mind of their own, but they certainly did not make their way into your yaki-shitty. 

Being that this establishment is, “a buffet” (for lack of better terminology), I am going to assume that those loyal patrons perusing through the “buffet” line have hair on their heads, that does, in fact, fall off of their head on occasion. 

That in mind, please note that I am not going to take it to my liberty (though as much as I would enjoy) to personally request that each customer wear a hair net while pillaging. If you would like to do so, be our guest, but don’t tell me I didn’t fucking accommodate you. I don’t run this place, I just allow it’s grease to soak into my skin and ensure the Jasmine tea is suitable to your liking.

And BY THE WAY, I waited on your table with a goddamn nosebleed. A nosebleed! As in there was a “substantial amount” of blood coming from my nose when you claimed there was a “substantial amount” of hair in your food. Look lady, we’ve got nothing to hide. I mean, our grill is in the center of the room, what more do you want? The discount lies within the manager. I, on the other hand, am here to assure you that a strangers’ hair never killed anyone, life goes on, and for the love of Pete, go back up to said “buffet” line and make a new plate of slop already. Geezus.

Bite me.

Sincerely,

Lover, fighter, loather of table 15

This is how the food business makes me feel sometimes: frustrated.

And I am not an angry person, generally speaking. I am a happy person!

Argh.

I am going to see David Sedaris today — today! AS IN, less than 24 hours from now, 7/10 of my life will be fulfilled.

You think you know, but you have no idea how excited I am. No idea.

Holy shit. Breathe. Holy shit.

Summoned awake by your pleas

Don’t hit the hay, don’t stop

Strum the keyboard, ponder dreams

Conjure plans and compositions

Study words, connect the dots

Lie awake in utter silence

Break your back by thinking thoughts…

And this time you think you’re tired

You’re just succumbing to the night

To the feelings, catch the silence

A quiet parking lot fights the fight

And a lady sitting lonely

And all those miles aside

And tomorrow’s barely over

She said, today is still tonight

To be more than just a jaywalker

On pallid ground, fall away

Sleep now, sapped soul, disintegrate

Negative thoughts, cynical years, dismissive 

Days, days circulating away

For tonight is now today —

Goodbye, 2:44.