I'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar-fifty
a big bathtub, prosthetic feet, Diana Ross' role in Mahogany
So I can hang out with Billy Dee Williams, and he can hang out with me
pizza, love, and homony, grits, peach pits, and songs to sing
more accountability, so I can't get away with being mean
shooting stars, dungarees, band-aids on both of my knees
a big old house high in the trees, a little shack down by the beach
a motorhome with golden keys, an A+ in geography
and lots of time to think
I need more time to think....
Actually, that's about all I've had today. Sometimes when I have too much think time my thoughts become random and disoriented, and I can't remember how I got to each one. I think the stress of working/moving/being totally broke may be getting to me a little. But instead of worrying about all that, I find myself preoccupied pondering over... other...... things..... and stuff...................
Fuck Wheat Thins. They trick you into thinking they're healthy, but those bitches have 140 calories per 16 cracker serving, and 230mg of sodium! But you look at the box and you're like "Hm. Wheat Thins. Sweet. I'll munch on these whenever because they have the words 'Wheat' and 'Thin' in their title". Clever, Nabisco. Clever.
Sometimes I think I'm lonely and I'd like to find some nice fella to spend a little snuggle time with, but then I remember about how men tend to complicate my life right when I'm in a good place, and then I think....Maybe I'm not that lonely. 
I can turn a cartwheel like no one's business....
I think I'll always miss cigarrettes. I'm a smoker deep down in my soul. 
This is what I looked like today when I saw that there was hardly any everything on my so-called "everything bagel".I'm having kind of a weird day.
Anywho. I'm gonna go run up and down the stairs a few times. Fucking Wheat Thins.
