sometimes i hear my voice

my dreams of an utterly productive sunday morning have been sabotaged by my constant, unstoppable daydreaming. i had grand plans of finishing the nipple story, burning some photos to CD, backing up, showering, laundry, dishes, and making tuna salad before heading off to the No Buzz Kill BBQ.

but i’m having no such luck with a great majority of the list. my brain is filled with pink cotton candy and i keep staring off into space thinking about boys and men, ollies and organized hair, densiometers and dancing bugs. i sit down to write and my eyes drift off and the next thing i know, it’s a full 10 minutes later. this will never do.

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  1. Bonny 31.Aug.03 at 12:33 pm

    Tuna salad. That is so Minnesota.

  2. Tammy 31.Aug.03 at 9:24 pm

    i stumbled across your website..looking for the lyrics to kid rocks song ‘picture of you’ or whatever the hell its called..i read one entry….then another….its 3 and half hours later…

    i guess i just feel like…when ya do something good…someone should tell you…so here goes… you are an excellent writer..kinda puts me in mind of ‘bridget jones diary’…funny, sad, witty,….it takes a lot to keep me interested (on account of me having the attention span of a gnat) and well i was…and im still here…

  3. UH 01.Sep.03 at 1:30 pm

    “the nipple story”? Have I missed something?

  4. the TTHM 01.Sep.03 at 6:18 pm

    First off, you can’t actually use the word ‘densiometer’ in a sentence. You may think you have, but you haven’t. It’s all smoke and mirrors, man…

    Second, you set your trap and snared another person who spends hours reading you. It’s a plot, isn’t it? You’re collecting all this ‘time’ and keeping it somewhere, aren’t you… That’s how you get us… Already I’m starting to feel weaker and my life is a little bit shorter… must…not…read…any…mo