tot lot
2008-02-07 4:00 p.m.

let me tell you how i love the babybel gouda round buttons of smoke cheese love.

no one said anything against stacking up nouns. a new rule is born.

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the other day a hollow boredom filled me. i went to the kitchen a few times and ate some pears, ate some cheese (see above). but this did not satisfy me.

what was this stretching feeling like the marrow had been scraped from my bones?

the truth of it hit me like a soft football to the back of the head. oh, so this is what it means to need a boyfriend.

as opposed to what? what did i have before?

or it's just reached a new peak, a thumping heartbeat of simplicity. boom boom boyfriend, boom boom boyfriend.

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the mistake du jour is deciding to give up sleeping in for lent. i must get up before 10:30 every day until march 22. i failed today, my second attempt, and wailed in the hallway. maggie came to me and told me that it was all right, christianity was all about getting back onto the horse.

now i'm in the bakery with my vegan chocolate cake and i can't write more than two paragraphs without feeling i've fallen off the face of a cliff.

chris says, but you don't have questionable morals.

oh sure i do. they may not be on display in florida, but in maryland they have erected a statue to my questionable morals, they have put in a playground and a little sign that says the Lizzy Pie Tot-Lot of Idiot Choices and the children run around the sign playing not freeze tag but desperate tag and saying, "love me! please love me! ha ha! you're it!" they run so fast chasing each other and tagging each other with pleas that they dont notice their shoes have become unknotted and they trip and skid into the mulch where they do NOT pick themselves up.