we are the musicmakers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. - willy wonka

someone seriously needs to get this shirt.

so, if you were ever actually concerned about what veggies/fruit that you can buy without checking for the "organic" tag, here you go:
just to make it easier on you.


i started working on this poem the other day. i got interrupted and never got to finish it, so i figured i'd do so now.

better living through phonetics.

obviously i wasn't made to go anywhere past
the main street, considering the others are closed off
to further traffic. i'd get out and walk, but that means
my existance would be known. its so comfortable to be
stuck in the little box, barely visible to the drones

speaking in code. i desire the idea of comprehending
their little lisps, but the sound of the nonexistant
muffler on my jalopy makes it impossible.
the rocks hit the windshield at full force. the cracks
make little lines of age. i feel their sting hours after their
impact. maybe i need to learn to have an engine.
maybe i need to buffer out the indigestion of my existance.

outside of this poem, here is the latest things to speak of:
i am, once again, correcting grammatical errors at this job. it is something i am good at, and i do enjoy immensely, but at the same time i feel like it only proves that i've got to go back and finish my english degree. maybe the biggest talents i have is keeping myself behind words and music. i've only been applauded in all forms of education in english, drama, art, design, music, poli sci, sociology, and history. i can imagine myself writing for a living. the only thing is that i'd have to dedicate myself to writing a lot of work each day, and it takes me a long time to process the ideas that i have. i've got about four novels under my belt by now, but i've only written one in pieces. there was a screenplay that i made in high school, but i lost that years ago. i've got lots of short stories, and frankly, that's probably the ticket i'd shoot for. that is the style of writing that i really think hits the type of reading that i enjoy the most. the best thing about such a goal is that i've got an interest in many different topics, and i'd get the chance to exercise my creativity in all the ones that i'm focused on currently.

at the same time, this means i'd have to learn how to have the courage to take a lot of criticism. this has stopped me from many opportunities in the past. its something i know about myself and have struggled to overcome.

this last month was stressful, and hopefully october takes on a relaxing tone. all the moving is pretty much done, except now i am stuck with getting everything unpacked. that is the part that usually annoys me the most. i've got so much crap to go through, and most of it i'm ready to give away to all the unsuspecting thrift stores of the treasure valley. ever wanted a crappy old smashing pumpkins t-shirt? a bunch of ex-boyfriend's collateral? an old day bed?

Today seriously just sucks. I accidently grabbed someone else's lunch, and now i'm starving. shit.