august 29,30 on not wanting to work in the field i'm going to school for
i dropped
a class so i
could waitress at that cute
diner in the 'burg, but then i
soiled your
dreams of
living in my
house. now i have to be
'relevant' in part-time career
searchings.

august 28 on bearcats
bearcat
how did you get
so cute? how did you know
you were the perfect animal?
kiss me!

august 27 on orientation
if this
indicates how
boring the next two years
will be, then i am in over
my head.

august 26 seriously, i asked for spinach.
how did
you get chicken
and spinach confused? i
suffer along with my failure
tacos.

on nervous aspirations

the one
and only thing
i want to do is smoke
cigarettes. probably because i
look cool.

on taunting

the worst
constant in my
life is roller derby:
this is a non issue for all
short girls.

it would've been weird.

i was
close to giving
you back that hoodie i
made you three years ago, but i
couldn't.

august 22
relief
overwhelms me!
ER is in its last
season. my prison sentence will
end soon.

august 21
now that
that's done, do i
even have to start the rest of
my to-do list? "get a burri-
to: check."

august 20
on this
momentous day,
we signed a year lease on
the twenty first apartment
in our queue.

august 19
flossing
takes time daily.
it takes twenty minutes
once a year for cavities to
be filled.

august 18 on lying about hardwood floors
oh my
god i am so
fucking exhausted by
this apartment hunt and i blame
craigslist.

august 17 on notches in the ear
so the
chumbler has been
"altered" already. how
was i supposed to know your sec
ret codes?

august 16
i'm much
better alone
than i thought i would be.
probably the inclusion of piz
za helps.

august 16
concept
album: "now i've
seen everything." first song?
"vivian girls open for son
ic youth."


august 15
tiny
baby wearing
a homemade giraffe shirt:
an auspicious omen today
indeed.

august 14 an open letter to the dental hygienist
i will
not submit to
forcible flossing. em-
barrasment will get you nowhere,
lady.

august 13 on accepting defeat
the main
thing with places
that aren't that bad is that
they just are not that bad. long live
cable.

august 12 on my parents forever keeping me on lockdown.
i would
love to go see
apartments, but you took
my car apart on purpose so
there's that.

august 11
once, you
said that i had
fertility goddess
hips, which r. crumb said first, but it
was nice.

august 10 repititious parental blabbler
i am
losing my god
damned mind here. i dont care
about your friends, or your day. get
me out.

get me
the fuck out of
the suburbs. already
i grow weary of the strip malls
and trees.

august 8 on spotty internet on the interstate
the one
single thing worse
than watching family
guy is updating two weeks of
this thing.

august 7 on waning zeal
litter
does not excite
me the way it once did;
still, i'm glad to know one piece don't
matter.

august 6 on small town repairmen and brushes with death
'no brakes!'
is just the worst
realization to come
to while doing 80 on the
80.

august 5 on road signs
this one
really took me
a while. in fact, your stance
on sodomy, while personal,
inspires.

august 4 because writing poems about singing to my cat just isnt quoting rushmore enough
i ain't
even here, sar
geant. i'm in cheyenne, wy
oming. let's rock, esposito!
repeat!

august 3 on vh1 redemption songs
watching
'i love money'
with you cancels out that
time i found out you boned my ex
boyfriend.

august 2
pristine
condition i
phone lasts less than a day
in my hands before it is scratched
to hell.

august 1 an open letter to justin
okay.
i'm not made for
mornings either. we're on
par. but if you pee in a cup,
toss it.

july 31
hunchback
and the ergs rock
so hard this night. i wish
two beers didn't my memory
erase.

july 30
moving
every six months
will never help ease my
deep fear and and loathsome prejudice
to pack.

july 29 on taking the first check that walks in the door
listen:
i'm sorry about
what you're about to en-
dure, but i really needed my
sec. dep.