free at last, free at last!

...and back on the ol' WWW once again.

one summer's worth of thoughts, compressed:

---

"i'd like to eat karma-flavored ice cream out of a honda hubcap."

---

"maybe i can't be everything to me--this is a large admission."

---

"she hides suicide notes in my briefcase. she swears it's funny, and i might agree with her if they weren't always falling out at the most inopportune times. like when i'm fucking my secretary."

---

"7:30 is too early to wipe pubes off of mirrors."

---

something old...

jun 16 '02, 12:24 am

i am now old enough to legally drink, gamble and buy cigarettes and porn in canada. maple syrup porn, Eva would be quick to add.

a strange cat just licked my nose. this is not my couch.

a moment ago, i stood naked in a friend's living room. i realized how much more naked i was because of it.

it: this not having my own space. i am living out of a pile of objects in the corner of this room--the living room that is Eva's and my bedroom for the next two weeks. this apartment full of someone else's objects, but no someone elses.

the night before last, i was surrounded by the someone elses of my freshman year of college for one last time before we all scattered off to various corners of the state.

i was rather inebriated.

'twas necessary.

the chardonnay was gross.

i woke up at 8am this morning. the first day of my new job began at 7:30 this morning.

i said fuck a lot.

but, they didn't fire me. so--i'm officially a janitor.

i learned all kinds of pertinent, real-world things, such as (i am not making this up) the procedure for when you accidentally splash blood, semen, or vaginal fluid in your eye.

"excuse me, mr. supervisor, i just splashed VAGINAL FLUID in my eye. should i file an accident report?"

all in all, though, it's shaping up to be one of the more Kat-friendly jobs i've had. no customers, no long stretches of nothing to do, no 5-6 hour long shifts without breaks, no hardass boss telling Kat she's doing everything wrong, no awkward slow-learner training period... just... scrubbing. thinking. singing. replacing trash can liners.

what i'm saying is: work is a respite from "home" (or the lack thereof.)

---