June 19th, 2002

bridget

Oh, journal, how I have neglected thee

So, what have I been up to? I shall start with today and move backward. This entry is going to be like a David Lynch movie. You won't know what the fuck is happening - who the characters are - but the it will still, somehow, be stimulating. Work with me on this.

This morning I fell asleep in my car. Then I woke up and realized that I was going 60 mph in heavy morning traffic. Now, I could give a rat's scrotum about my life but I didn't want to wreck my beautiful car so I slapped myself in the face a few times. Physical pain should be more of a stimulant than it actually is. I hit myself harder than I've ever been hit and still the eyes were crossing and the car was weaving periodically. I was listening to an audio book about caring for a new puppy. It was written by some monks who breed German Shepards. The background soundtrack was that meditational monk chanting.
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My dog barks some. Mentally you picture my dog. But I have not yet told you the type dog which I have. Maybe you even picture Toto from The Wizard of Oz.
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Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two