Chords

They told me that it is only paranoia if no one is after me, so I cannot be callous about it. I believe someone is after me. I know her, this girl that is after me.





Everything is fine until it isn't. Blue skies, beautiful clouds, rainbows, sparkles, cupcakes, and the whole shabang. And storms. No light showers or simple cloudiness. Motha fuckin hurricanes are what I get. No incident comes unaccompanied. Good things come in threes? The bad too? The bad too.

Not So Plain and Tall

We say not enough of what we think
We scurry about as if everything is unimportant
Telling one another how important everything is
Our favorites, our likes, our dislikes, our obsessions, our preoccupations
They are only important for the moment they are talked about

So they never know what you really think
And truth is ethereal
Unattainable
And when the truth is natural
The truth becomes inconvenient
It becomes an obstacle and a source of stress

We hold the truth in high esteem as long as she does not talk to us directly.

Dual Enrollment

4:08 pm
Monday, 03.24.08

I am simply not glamorous enough to be a monogamist. I am barely glamorous enough to wake up in the morning.

So, I am fine with the current arrangement because we do not know each other and I am currently building the wall to maintain our individual secrecy and discourage any future inquiries. I should not even spend the night but I do, really as an insurance policy. In the event that he manages not to be a total waste of time (because in essence, he cannot help but be), I would have invested the appropriate amount of cuddle time to provide foundation for our 'whatever' relationship.

Simultaneously, I am dually enrolled in the University of Lesbian Studies. I am looking for her and the ones I have encountered thus far, I have been unimpressed, such that I had to violently type the word 'unimpressed'.

So Mr. Big, I am not your woman. I do not need to be your woman. But please, do pretend that I am when I am turning Japanese.