what to do

the fridge is full
there is nothing to eat
the house is clean
there is nothing to do
the cat is happy
there is nothing to love
the day is calling
there is nothing to act
the bed is made
there is nothing to fuck
the sun is shining
there is nothing to burn

I'm so ready for a real vacation. Just six more months.

Sidenote: new post up at GirlsGoneWilde.

no more muffins

I had an English muffin for breakfast.

I thought you were trying to quit.

I was. I am. I was just one. I have it under control.

Then why are you being so flippant about it.

I'm not. I am fully aware of the possible ramifications of my English muffin. That is why I'm telling you. Why I'm reaching out. I want to make sure that I don't go down that road again.

Of course. First things first, we have to throw out the rest of the muffins.

But... I can handle it. It's fine. They'll just be there to remind me why I'm quitting.

No. If you're going to do this, you have to do it right.

Fine. We should probably throw out the jams too.

Already on the list. Now, give me your phone.

What are you doing?

Deleting the Muffin Man's number.

Not the Muffin Man!!!

So I'm off the filler poetry for when I'm busy. I'm going for filler dialogue. Let me know what you think! Also, I'm hitting the part of my not-drinking phase where I'm seriously annoyed at not drinking (like, I want a glass of wine with dinner), so as I've said before, I work things out through writing. Thanks to GH for the opening line!

change stations now

Stronger than yesterday
I am stronger
Now there's nothing but my way
Change stations now
Change stations now
Everybody, do what you're doing
It's bound to be a sunshining day
Change stations now
Everybody, do what you're doing
Where have all the cowboys gone
Ooo, you get me ready in your '57 Chevy
Where is my prairie song?
I am wearing my new dress tonight
You made friend at the farm
Where have all the cowboys gone
The feeling of another sun
Change stations now
Change stations now
Give me hope, JoAnna
Move to the next station
Do it
Change stations now
Uptown girls
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
And when she knows what she wants
She's got a choice
That's what I am
Just because I'm in love with an Uptown Girl
Change stations now!

I've been teaching myself how to write left-handed. At one point, I was practicing while someone else was playing music. I don't remember exactly where. I started just writing the lines that I heard, but because the writing was so slow then I would catch random ones throughout the song. And then apparently get mad at what was playing. This is the result with very little editing (which I think is obvious). It made me laugh.

And yes, I was going to post stories for my grandmother. I'm working on it. I hope to have something this week, but it'll probably be next week.

random monologue

Was Columbus confused when Amerigo stole his glory?
Was he satisfied when he became household?
Did he mourn the red avalanche he started?
Does he know? Does he care?
Would I?
Has life become as different as we imagine it has? Or is it just how we define our lives? When did technology and comforts stop being the things that shade our lives but the colours themselves? Why did we not notice? A person’s death, when captured, becomes the whole of their lives. Our martyrs are no longer myth but digital realities. Does an unnoticed death negate an unnoticed life? Is a small person unworthy or just a casualty of the gluttony of information? Shouldn’t you have answers to these questions?
But then… Do you want to be a morbid celebrity, dancing your used corpse before a desensitized audience for nickels thrown at your feet? Some boob making lewd gestures with your limbs for unheard guffaws? Maybe you do. Five minutes to be remembered. Five whole minutes.

I had been working on a short script to deal with the death of a friend. This monologue was one thing that came out of it, but I'm not sure where it fits.