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2.26.2009
Random events make for the best blog entries @ 3:09 PM
Coming home from Safeway today, weighed down by packages of tofu, eggs, veg/fruits and snacks jumbled in four bags, I thought about some form of punishment where one had to carry all their belongings with them at all times. Like, if no homes existed, and there were no such thing as a closet/cabinet/drawer, would humans be much less packrats? This is hypothetically speaking of course. Well actually, not, as homeless folks have to do that all the time...just something to think about.

Anyway, I got on the elevator and guess what, got stuck...for days. I smiled when I realized that if there ever was a time to be stuck in an elevator, coming home from grocery shopping would be it. Okay. Confession. I did not get stuck. The thought just occurred to me as I looked to see what floor I was on, but it might as well have happened since I don't have much to do today anyway.

Now I leave you with three random things that I realized were really annoying and day-ruining (eh?) IMHO.
1. When the punched circles of paper from a hole puncher spills everywhere, and there is no vacuum in sight, so you are forced to pick up every bit of it.
2. When jackets/sweatshirts have the hood part down and inside out, and the inside portion is exposed.
3. When you take a nap with perfectly straight/manageable hair, then wake up to a nest of crimps, waves, and tangles.


And also, my current song addiction. Oh, boy, I know this will be playing over and over and over on my laptop and in my head for the next tens of hours.



Spinnerette- Valium Knight (mp3 link)


Fall into an abyss
Won't you give me, just one last kiss
Valium knights in my bed
Only now, he's a vagrant in my head
Golden love is holding on
Holding onto what we had before

JFK's sun went down
He left the thorns of fallen crown
Marilyn Monroe's come I'll swallow
She is the guts, the glory, sorrow

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