Sometimes I google the names of my friends from my past. A couple I have found and connected with on facebook. A couple I think I may have found, but can’t be sure. 47 more words
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Stratus Status Amid Melting Winter Gray
Long way to church….Reservoir stretch marks…life seethes…unknown abyss….owns this prayer, like a first caught fish, Childhood, motherhood…frozen fish… men bend… drill… laparoscoptic ice holes…friends… tipping Bud Light…rocking camp chairs…in salamander warming tents …like proud expecting fathers….dream catching…. 102 more words
this was actually typed out on 8th of august and i never got about to finish it.
everything in a chronological order: waking up at 0730hrs, realizing that my mental calculation was overestimated and that i only needed to wake up at 0830hrs, getting up anyway and then leaving the house one and half hours later, still getting a kick out of overtaking office ladies who walk with small weary steps (acknowledging that this smugness is extremely childish and that this is highly likely to happen to me 10 years later) reaching the train station and then walking into breadtalk to get both breakfast and lunch and deciding after three minutes that the variety in breadtalk wasn’t worth the six dollars and proceeded to the less expensive option of neighborhood baked buns (one major takeaway from NBS camp: discovering the treasure that is “golden triangle”) which is at least thirty to forty cents cheaper than lackluster breadtalk buns (the only redeeming buns: breadtalk sugar donuts and their curry naan) which i couldn’t afford…..so in fergie’s words: if you ain’t got no money you’re a broke ass bitch. 206 more words