Okay I’m a huge advocate for having dinner for breakfast, but this article takes the cake. Please check out these beautiful color combinations, food combinations, and more. The CHOW staff really did it up, everything from mushrooms, jerk chicken, to cajun broccoli with mozzarella. I have to try these combinations. I would try it tonight but -
she started off real slow from the platform and unlike the other parts of the northeast corridor, once she hit 162 mph, she never slowed down.
my bills are paid. that’s the theme this week. i can not wait until i can stop saying that. it’s a very painful, painful experience.
i have a $24 gas and electric credit.
i worked hard today. i wish i didn’t suffer so much from attention deficit. it reminds me a whole fucking lot of #2.
i’m so glad we had that talk on friday.
i called my father today to tell him i love him. he’s not a constant in my life, but he is consistent. there’s a difference. i have nothing against him. not everyone can say that.
husband. daughter. mother. sister. brother. not wife though. all that other stuff sounds gay [not in the derogatory sense, but literally gay] when you address each of those individuals by those titles and not by name. i don’t know where that came from.
got to thursdays with lisa 15 minutes late which is amazing considering what time i was released from work. we discussed, and i quote, “guy number one and guy number two”. it actually became quite annoying/ironic how much i kept calling these two, “guy number one and guy number 2” and never humanized either of them with a name. i told her about item #5 on this list.
i miss frankie nichelle.
MTA Route 8 gave me life [on the way up].
Dom chick saw the guy diagonally across from her reading the latest issue of MAXIM with a chick sprawled across the centerfold in some laced gladiators. Her response: DAMN MY MAN, AYE MY MAN, can I see that real quick!? Damn girl look at them shoes, them shoes are fly as hell. And the girl next to her said: Bitch you know damn well you ain’t looking at those shoes. And the chick agreed with: You know I ain’t looking at those shoes…
She continued to argue about her boss: I’m at work everyday, never late. So if I’m working 35-38 hours, and my check only got 28 hours on it, something ain’t right! She grit her teeth and continued Tom I will make it real maw’fucking hard for you to get off work if you don’t get my money right.
Her and another guy started talking about the meth patients in the Govans area. It’s a Baltimore phenomenon that everyone talks about all the time. How these magical creatures can go from a 180-degree posture - down to a 23-degree angle and never fall. How you in a wheelchair and you high, she started. Going to Govans is starting to be like Lexington Market. I saw this one chick high in a wheelchair and I just knew that shit was going to tip over - but it NEVER FLIPPED. The guy sitting across from her responded calmly the chair took a hit too.
On the bus, I will never understand why the fuck six 8ft maw’fuckas all try to fit on all the seats on the very back of the bus. Ain’t shit here for you or your knees and clearance is 2ft you lanky ass fucka.
Saw a child get off the bus, walk, and fall. When a child falls, and cries, the crying is 29% pain, 70% embarrassment, and 1% blood.
My air is still on 60. It is 60 degrees outside. It’ll be 50 degrees this weekend. I’ll have my windows wide open “like a skinny girls cunt” or the month after April and before June.
Went to Target and saw all the wonderful throw pillows I wanted to put into my great room. I totaled everything up in my head and thought, “The Dollar General might be a nice start” (see #2)
In retail, I’ve noticed, when you’re young and you smile at the customer while servicing them (that’s what she said), more than likely you’re less than 21 days in your position.
I hate getting notifications on my phone that ANYBODY added or tagged me in a photo on MySpace Facebook.
I’ve ordered out. Again. And I have a cough. If this were a movie, 3 scenes and 20 minutes from now, I’d be dead.
Thank you God for grace. For life. Seriously.
and for thursdays (wow I used caps a lot in this list)
have you ever ejaculated bliss to the sound of a good song and had the residual smell, crust into your mental? there’s a song that serves as the soundtrack and it makes me create and make secrets of opaque friends and dates paperized my soul til it was fake and i’m left with this song in my head i let the metronome repetitious phone bone dumb my dignity down to a drone and let that become my definition it was my responsibility to make sure what i did in the dark to stay solely in the dark i liked it play me in the morning play me in the now play me in your soundtrack play me until this sound… change - is not an option
On Monday, the MTA opened a new digital art exhibit at its Union Square station in Manhattan. The underground show, called “Union Square in Motion,” is two digital lenticular linear zoetropes that project nine sets of still abstract images, which create the illusion of animation for commuters passing by.
The project is, according to its creators, the largest of its kind in the world. But it is not the subway’s first zoetrope.
i overslept looonnggg and hard…but we predicted this last night.
sang for over an hour to wake up
in the dark, saw the shimmery backside of a slug slowly trying to seduce me.
not so crowded train
way too crowded bus
fucka asked me why i had an MSU umbrella if i didn’t go to MSU.
said, fucka, had special needs
Mergenthaler laughed all up in fuckas mannerisms.
one day, can you or someone you know, tell me what is so amusing about special needs? i joke about parkinson’s every now and then, not because it’s okay, but because Seth McFarlane does it. but seriously - i find nothing funny or amusing about people with special needs. keyword, these people are people. and as far as i’m concerned, i’m just as mentally handicapped as them. in the past 24 hours i’ve felt a sudden pull to do something with or for people with special needs. not because they need assistance. but because they are people too.
incredibly amazing because today, all my bills are paid.
disgustingly depressed because today, all my bills are paid.
work worked work, like work always does
had breakfast for lunch - i should be good until 1058a tomorrow.
Jose Cuervo ran a long shift at Cloud High. I have to find the budget and the funding for his relief.
when he says, “I know you” it makes me feel like i haven’t done enough. it makes me feel like i haven’t devoted time to paying attention to the way the tonality of his voice speaks to my subconsciousness. like - would i be able to tell when mantra and energy aren’t on the same page?
and then there’s jesus…
power walked home. walked past cats keeping watch. i love when animals keep watch.
took the express route so i could avoid the gnats and get home without having to concentrate on the how’s why’s and knows of how to avoid the cobblestone pathway.
the sweat on my head was an adhesive for each cloud of gnats i walked through. mega disgusting. black dots with wings all sliding down my fucking glabella.
that slug from this morning was even covered in flies. bet it won’t shake that ass in my face again .
i like you black. i like you so dark you resemble art and Erebus conceives with Aether whatever chalk makes up the moon and then they accent sketch you lunar beauty marks so black from cycling blues the misunderstood, misunderstand you as a lunatic but the god of the air knew what he was up to when he chalk licked your skin and washed you up with the blues.
Urban Land Projects is a three-part, bi-coastal installation by photographer Tim Simmons featuring murals, billboards and projections in Los Angeles and Philadelphia. Subverting public commercial spaces by transforming them into photographic experiences of nature, the project is intended to stimulate awareness through its framed representations of the natural world within the wider urban context. Several of his photos were recently displayed in large-scaleformat along the arteries of Los Angeles and Philadelphia in a commission entitled Urban Land Project.
“We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing.”—The Metro Para pledge