i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
picked my brain with a pocket knife

Last night was interesting. It's so weird being suddenly free and single and without child. (Roni is at Darth Mom's all week with her two cousins attending Vacation Bible School)

i was supposed to catch up with Bridge to talk about a proposition he has for me at 4:30 p.m. i went to the house where i was to meet him to learn he had been called into work early. i went up to work and he had just left for lunch. i went to On the Border and . . . . no Bridge. i gave up and went home.

When i got home, i watched Manhunter because i just finished Red Dragon last week and i wanted to see how they compare. They don't. The movie sucks so badly i can't come up with an appropriate suckism. Me, speechless, yes, i know, it's shocking.

After the movie, i gathered up all the laundry and the sheets and blankets, too, and dropped off a check at the bank, grocery shopped for my impending trip, dropped the frozen food off at home, got $15 in quarters and did laundry at the Laundromat. Now, some one asked me why i got to the location where all the homeless people hang if i live in an apartment with laundry centers. Simple ~ the laundry centers in my complex are really nasty, don't work, and people steal your clothes AND your dryer. So i go to the one down the street with the triple loaders and the 'laundry tax'. This means i can expect to hand out about $5 in change and a few cigarettes to the homeless. There was this one guy, who was really nice, living around there for the last 2 years but i didn't see him. Big Gay Al took him home once, in winter to let him take a shower, eat and get some sleep. He was gone with the towel the next morning but brought it back all clean a day later. He rarely asked for money, though . . . he would sometimes ask for batteries, a burrito, or a soda, but he never asked for money. i used to see him all the time, just sitting there, listening to his Walkman and laughing. He talked to us sometimes about his former life and daughter and how he was going to hitch a ride up to see her one day . . . i guess he did.

When i was done with the laundry i went home and packed, put The Boob™ back together, showered and read a book.

i was late to work this morning because i finally fell asleep around 3 and i just didn't want to get up. Now, this is totally unlike me. i don't usually roll over and go back to sleep. i guess there was just something about the four hours of sleep i got this morning, though, because i was suddenly wide away at 7:15 and i'm not tired now! Freaky.


"Drive" ~ Incubus
"Whatever tomorrow brings, i'll be there with open arms and open eyes."


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confessed on 2001-06-20