She climbed the stage in her slippers. She'll play you a song with one electric string.
I sit in the back, and I play my heart out. Benerawk.
Last night, it was hard to fall asleep with a lack of creative genius around me. Nobody even knows what to put on a pumpkin, and they think I am crazy when I hold a knife. There she goes, saying she knows everything, and walking away to get a class of green motor oil to swallow. All I need is a scuba diver to walk in the room, wet and dripping, and tell me that things can be just fine. But Kaylee is left-handed so I rest my head under some table, and rest on the floor for a few hours.

"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."
-Joan Crawford

Duh. It's disco. 

click on it to make it big and be amazed.

don't you wish you had some of this? 

"If you ever meet my friends, and they say something weird about you, just kind of act like it really happened, or nod your head or something."
"What are you talking about!"
"Well, I may have exaggerated alot of the things you did."
"Oh boy."

Happy Monday. If you can call it happy, (some of you have to work :-p ) I think I'll bake a cake, wash my jeans, find where I hid that money, watch a good old movie, (raising arizona? probably.) go to work for an hour, call a buddy, break something, fold all that laundry in the livingroom, and buy a hat.

"Um, hi. Sorry. I meant to make popcorn for you, but a mouse ran through the kitchen, and I got distracted and started to do the dishes, and I was wondering if you still want popcorn?"
"Do I live in this house alone?"
"Where'd the mouse go?"
"Into the stove, I turned the burner on, but it got away. Did you already tell me if you want popcorn and I forgot?"
"So much for the stupid cat that's supposed to catch mice."
"Yeah, make some popcorn."

a name indicative of my passion

I asked Jordan today if he hated other girls as much as he hated me. He told me no, but I didn't believe him till he said that, yes, he was meaner to me than other girls. "You just want me to be mean, don't you?" And I nodded.
I ran across the field with barefeet, because the shoes that Kelsea gave me (that have coincidentally been mostly every place you could not imagine) were giving me blisters by the end of work. I did make my chiropractors appointment, and he electrocuted me again.
I went to a Chinese Buffet, and watched Sophie drop napkins and fortune cookies in my mom's ice tea.
Its okay Karl, just don't worry.

SUDDENLY

Jessica bought 250 sugar cubes, and she hands me one. The fat guy in front of me is better at taking pictures, but my mind is young: I am ambitious. I decide I like the second string guys that don't get to play so much, they talk to me. They don't say sorry if they bump into me, like I have a disease and I'll give it to them if they near me. A kid in a FBall uniform walks past me, without a helmet. I remember he didn't play last time, and his cologne wafts in my general direction. Pansy. "Sean Taylor keeps the ball for -- yard gain," Again. Really good coffee.
The thought of an angry Yearbook teacher, and my library fines come back and kick my pants. I am smiling anyways. A tackle lands out of bounds, practically on my foot, but I got a good picture, so I don't care if they are laughing at me. You get use to that with pink hair.
I am picturing breakfast at 6:30 am with my classy friends. I am trying to comprehend the mushy words that came out of Mr. Morris' mouth. I think about how long it took me to track down the principal just to take one picture. I wonder how Trevor's mom knew who I was. I rewind to after work, folding laundry between loud music, and skateboarding in my living room with all the rugs tucked out of the way.
Half past nine, and I'm talking on the phone with a friend I met three days ago. We dream about jumping out of airplanes, and being rock stars. I fall in the sink.
Jesting with Jimmy (don't worry he's in the band) at 11:30, and I'm ready to study the back of my eyelids, because it has been a LONG week.