and we’ll watch the politicians dance

this morning i woke up at 8:00 and drank popcorn tea, put my makeup on in the mirror, and had a holy conversation with madonna. i washed dishes and made the bed and drank a triple grande nonfat extra foam 1 splenda latte before depositing my cheque (check) at the banque. (bank) ps. amanda those clauses are for you. i remember reading my sister’s journal, the one solely about her boyfriend greg illinski. (5 years later his house had a gas leak and blew up, i read about it in the paper.) to get back on point, he worked at a coffee shop and knew the order and technicality of the language. my sister had taken notes because she wanted to be sure she could keep up with him whenever they went out for coffee. greg made layla bohemian, whereas joe just made her pregnant and an addict. i liked greg. i used to make him rice. anyway, i had to pay my credit card bill and ate pretzels while taking to the operator. i also had to pay my gas and electricity bill, but i had thought it would be easier to go to this seedy check cashing place downtown. i only had a nickel to feed the meter, so i parked illegally in front of the building, blinker flashing. it turns out you have to have your statement to write a cheque even if you have your account number, and my whole point in being there was that i didn’t have my statement. When i left there was a ticket on my windshield for 10.00 that i am probably not going to pay within seven days. i got in my car and said “this morning sucks. at least i’m wearing green.” but i don’t know why, because this morning hasn’t sucked at all. thinking that way gave me a big knot in my neck and made me sleepy. it is thinking that way that gives you the headache, not the instance. it is 12:30 and i have to be into work by 2:00. i want to stop at azule’s and arugula’s and apply for a waitressing job. i want to pay of all my credit cards, loans, taxes and parking tickets. i want to get into school and drive a nissan. i want to ultimately have a house somewhere where i don’t want to stop looking out the window unless i have to feed my dog.

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