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Wednesday, June 5, 2002 a good idea Today I was thinking it would be funny if somebody went to Starbucks and took a whole bunch of those little corrugated cardboard cupholders for her own use. I mean that this person could use them for bracelets. And it would be so, so funny if that person wore her Starbucks bracelets to work like it was no big deal. And her coworkers would look at her wrists and say, "What are you wearing?" And the person would just say, "What?" like nothing was going on. That cracked me up. Stuff like that always makes me laugh. I was thinking about that as I drank my Chocolate Brownie Frappucino, and then I realized that I could have saved myself the $4 by just ordering the frappucino, sniffing it, and then refusing to pay for it. Because, just the smell was enough to turn me on. So then I started imagining a person strapping a newly-emptied frappucino cup to her face as if it were a gas mask in order to get through her Corporate American afternoon. And then I thought of the person doing that AND wearing the cardboard Starbucks wrist cuffs AND walking around her office like it was nothing. And the Starbucks-drinking white guy execs looking at this person like "what the hell?" And the person looking at them in turn like, "Don't be jealous because my Starbucks props are way cooler than yours." And I laughed and laughed, little pieces of spittle and chocolate brownie flying out of my mouth and all over my crisp pale pink shirt, maybe. And my companion didn't laugh at all... just tolerated and withstood my ridiculous outbursts. But I didn't care. That stuff was really funny. another worry for the pile that has grown so big and surreal that I have stopped caring, at least for tonight Okay... you are not going to BELIEVE this, but part of the ceiling above our shower caved in. Fell into the tub with a crash. Made me yell, "Goddam cats what the hell did y'all break now." Remained a mystery while I lackadaisically inspected the bedrooms. Assailed the corners of my eyes as I reached for my toothbrush. Stunk up our bathroom with mildew. Coated the undersides of my nails as I scooped it into the trashbag. Still clogs the drain as I write this entry and make a mix CD for my friend Jennifer, deciding not to care until tomorrow, not to care even then as I let the tub fill with muddy water while I shave my legs, to fly away like a crisp corporate linen starbucks bird over skyscrapers through the cubicle fields and safe while the landlord opens my door with his own key and then figures out how to make it look like none of it ever happened. I have to go to bed now I miss the days when I could write for hours (although I seldom did) and I look forward to the days when I will be able to live and breathe any art that comes out of my mind. Between then, I have to work at my day job. I have to go to bed. vsiwen;dioiwk Good night. |