stopmer

thats crap. I wrote a stupid poem about stompers. I deleted it. it was crap. I was trying to recall the tactile memories of the little toys. the feel of the smashed flat worn out crept on my face as I lay there eye level with the toy. for hours. playing around with the stupid thing. its body long gone. the little light in the front. kind of dangling, loosing its connection if you wiggled it. over and over I would flip the battery around. it would reverse. flip it back it would go forward. the little wheels made out of some sort of fome rubber. I would pull them off and chew on them. put them back on. who knows why. clumbsaly trying to keep it steady I would let the thing roll over my face as I lay there. eventually. the thing would run slower and slower. I took it for granted you know. the whole thing. every bit of it. yet none of it would have been posable had I known that someday I would be trying to remember the thing. the stupid thing. the time. the feelings. that afternoon sun making the carpet warm. thats when we first learn to do it you know. to forget that these things are meaningful. to tare them to pieces, running the energy out of them. until.

Work

Music pops out of speakers as if they are set inside a pop can. My lower back gives off a little ache. There is a stale smell in the room that I can't place. I look at the monitors logo in the upper left. I feel a tightening and releasing in my gut, it's the odd feeling of want. I think for a moment whether I should buy a monitor, and then remember again that I probably don't need one. The back of my tongue and throat ache a little, I look over at my coffee, ummm. Its lukewarm aroma is comforting. I let out a sigh, my back tweaks a little, I try to remember one moment that meant something more then this one, any moment really, any moment better then coffee.

My beautiful girl friend made us dinner last night. It was super good, meatballs and pasta in an alfrado sauce. She made too much and now I have stumbled across, what I believe to be the best lunch I have ever had while working at this job. Just look at it… Its appearance is deceiving I suppose. Maybe that’s one reason why it ended up being so good. It’s explosion of taste was hiding in its plain appearance of leftovers in tupperware, when out of the blue it ends up being as fantastic as the night it was made.
I suppose that there are other factors included in its overall excellent scoring. I usually have a chick patty for lunch. Although chick patties are quite scrumptious and yummy for lunch, it pails in comparison to the lunch you see pictured here.
Anyway, it is a yummy lunch all made passable by the most beautiful girl in the world.

goofy putty

Today I stopped by safeway and bought some silly putty. Actually it was "goofy putty", but its the same thing. I am so happy. I love my goofy putty. I can stick various objects on top of it and they slowly sink in. Its like having a little pet at my desk that I can play with. The picture is one of my new silly putty and a bottle cap stuck in it.