oh tuesday.

what if the food you ate was visible on your body some how, I mean aside from love handles and a double chin. would I eat differently if suddenly everyone would know that I ate salt and vinegar chips, cookies n cream ice cream, and some leftover potatoes all before 10:30 this morning? I have to admit that since I'm a shallow person I might change my eating habits if other people could tell what I had eaten. gone would be the days of potato chips and onion dip for dinner. no more snickers for lunch. absolutely never would I make a meal of a diet coke, some cookies, and 3 del taco ... tacos. basically, my life would be over and I'd start eating alot more vegetables. maybe.

goats go to heaven too

You look great in your bolero tie. Brown polyester jumsuits were made for you. Who's going to call me dolly or lover or try to kiss me on the lips? I never minded, just so you know. Who's going to fix the toaster or the vacuum or plant tomatoes in the yard? I'm sure by now the scooter battery has long since run down and the jacuzzi is empty. Your journal will stay half empty and no one will think to tell me to open my mouth wider so I can sing better. I miss your back-to-school blessings and teary testimonies already. I hope the spring is back in your step and the ringing in your ears has been silenced. You were my Valentine and I love you.

I wasn't think...ing, tell me when it's ov...er.

How do I tell them that the smell of their feet is noxious? How do I say that the stench emanating from their shoes creates a cloud that envelopes their entire person? What can I say about the foul smell of stinky shoes that lingers even after they have gone? I find myself torn between leaving an anonymous gift of foot powder or investing in a can of air freshener to use after they go. I feel brave now, but in the end I don't think I could ever confront anyone about their bodily odors.

In other news, Sufjan Stevens wears shiny pants and I have no complaints.