dont forsake me cause i love you

things are mad!
ok... so some may not be ready for this. (look away goldsmith)
i must be blatant at this point. i have just 4 work days left at this job.
i come on duty this morning. basically i am told that my toothbrush was sacrificed during the night shift because a) it was there and b) he needed something to get the shit from beneath tooties nails after he caught her playing with it.
................i was stunned. drop jawed. he offered me 5 bucks.
what a douchebag.

had a job interview this evening. i couldnt say how it went.
2 of them, one of me. a little odd.
i am incredible. but not sure if they were sharp enough to realize it.
we'll see.
i am so ready to move on. i'm ready for whats next... though i have no idea what it is.
i am "perched headlong" *Morrison
i was once a huge doors fan.
i lived a year in black leather pants and stinky brown boots; notebook shoved up my armpit. i think i was 18-19. i also had a penchant for whiskey, sex and showing my breasts to all of greater chicagoland. in 07 i finally threw out the bulk of bad poetry i had been hauling around for a couple of decades. the good stuff, ive never forgotten.
my mind is like a steel fucking trap. just ask me.
this all makes me think of woody. how he lived and how he couldnt live and how i didnt answer his last letter before he died.
i never expected him to go so quickly. or at all. he was a force of nature. and when he was unhappy, a tornado that sucked up everything in his path. ripped to shreds, years to rebuild.
but i loved him. crazy charismatic mad dog that he was.

the gym . samantha. zumba. omg zumba. what an ass kicking fun time. i cant wait til next week. cant stop moving either. those mad rhythms and beats linger.. *rolling my hips*

i must appear mad. surely i am. i need to get away. the important thing dear reader is... i am writing.