Things I Wish I could Say

When I feel like being a sensual and provocative loner...I crank the music up and dance for my mirror. 

Motivation

as the vacuum sucks up

specks of unwanted dust

and my last aspirations 

i think to myself

"how will you save the world

when you are so lazy and tired?"

i tried coffee, which i drank at three

but it was quite late and i couldn't 

escape the pull of the pillow

i tried yoga for enhanced flexibility

both in mind and in spirit

but got bruises and sore muscles instead

i went to great lengths to find

motivation to work and slave 

and sweat and get to it

but i found no motivation at all

just an ice cream bucket

and a good romantic comedy

so that i could feel sorry 

for myself

Life: Gilmore Girls Metaphor

         I am currently watching the 15th episode of the last season of Gilmore Girls. This show has been my best girlfriend in my recent fall in the pit hole of lazy loafing and procrastination to avoid responsibility and the mountain of emotional distress and homework I have to face. It is with great regret that I will attempt to finish the entire show before the end of March Break, simultaneously doing my homework and extra work. It will be like the end of a life chapter, the lost of a friend, the end of an era of "Ha! I know what she's talking about !" and "OMG, what is she thinking doing that!". The show may be boring and slow and uneventful and without interest for others, but to me the jokes and metaphors are like a breath of fresh air in my daily routine of coffee and cigarettes. One of the metaphors comes from Luke's sister Liz : "They're meant for each other, but it's like they're in different time continuums. All they have to do is find the right wormhole."
        That's how I feel about my current relationship. I know that I feel powerful things for him and when we make eye contact and he smiles and I smile (yes normally a human reaction in the face of familiarity and whatnot, but please don't belittle my teenage love feelings) and I feel warm in the inside, I truly believe he feels it too. Yes it may be wishful thinking but for the sake of this story keep the doubts to yourself, will you? My point is, I've known him (of his existence anyhow) for 6 years, and I know he's liked me before (got me a red rose for Valentine's once) and we've been on-and-off friends and I refuse to believe there isn't something there. It just feels right. And added bonus, our kids would have the best afro ever. But seriously, I really want it to work out and I really hope that we end up finding a wormhole because this being in two different time continuums is really fucking up my sleep patterns. Better this metaphor than the over-used "star crossed lovers" shit.

And may I add that if anything is to be said about Romeo and Juliet's trials and tribulations, it's that they handle the situation pretty badly.

Things I Wish I Could Say

"Life is like mushrooms... I don't know how, but as soon as I figured this one out, you'll be the first to know."

Things I Wish I Could Say

"God made Coke. God made Pepsi. God made me this damnnnnnnn sexy. Now, go make me a sandwich."

Things I Wish I Could Say

"I've made a startling discovery today. My doctor and I have two things in common: smoking and farting. So much for being healthy and civilized."

Story: The Old Woman's Fire

Cloudy skies make for blurry windows

and opportunity for nostalgic music

accompanied by warm cacao.

While the drops pound on the glass

I raise my mug filled with the heart-warming

elixir and bring it to my parched lips.

I am now too old, my bones too frail

to run in the fields near the lake

as my clothes, permeated with the heavenly rain

slow down my progress. The cabin would

be waiting, rustic and proud, near the lake,

where I learned to swim during the hunting 

season. The chimney would see a fire flare up

and quickly smoke deer meat or a fishy catch.

As I watched the chocolate drain from the mug,

I remembered the stories, the legends of wicked

evil doers, satanists who only deserved the

greedy flames of a witch hunt fire. How funny,

I thought, that such fires were destined 

to be feed with people like me.