basement

The carpet in the basement was yellow-green and it was thread bare in the most unusual places which meant it had been somewhere else entirely before it came to lay on this concrete floor. Same with me. I was just glad to be somewhere under a roof and not tossed out to the curb.

jonny braill

Fiction Alert!

one winter i was blind and it didn't matter because you played guitar and sang and had a bed with furry sheets and the kind of stomach you don't need eyes to appreciate.

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(oh gawd i have so many random little bits like this in my brain. so many imaginary boys swimming like so many lost sperm in my head. i'd be a writer except it would probably only be boy crazy teeny hoppers who would read my stuff. not a bad market i hear... i could just make them all vampires or wizards or the next best thing ... which i will keep to myself because it is too lucrative an idea to give away.

overwhelm

oh my god school is effing hard.

i can barely keep track of one course let alone all a bazillion of them

Radiography - wow. so this is why we needed to know physics. oops.

Parasitology - the eggs are fun to look at through the microscope. the worms themselves are going to make me barf something fierce one day. giant kidney worm. ya. NOTHANKYOU. I'm going to think i have everysingle one of these nasties before the year is over... just you wait until i get more blog savvy and learn how to post the lovily torture-masked-as-education videos we have to sit through without fainting.

Pharmacology - fuck fuck fuck this shit is complicated.


Math for Veterinary Technicians - easy, in theory, but the lectures are so BORING.. powerpoints for math.. come on.. what ever happened to chalk lady.. i sit there feeling so bad for the teacher because we all turn into waste-cases and secretive little digital texting daemon beep beep fbfbfbfbfbfbfbfb twits. fml. there are times i just get up and leave or else i will have a nervous breakdown

Clinical Care of Animals - This is a rather simple and fun course except that it involves shifts of feeding and caring for the lovily animals super early in the morning and if you miss or are late more than once you can pretty much say goodbye to your education and/or life. enter the anxiety i feel the night before a shift which fucks me up for the rest of the week and turns me into an amoeba/starfish/never putting out again exhaustion chalice wearing a-sexual sac of sleep.

Thank god for spending $40,000+ on a BA because now i don't have to take general ed courses which would sink this fucking ship.

Love the weekend job at the horse farm, but man, all this shit is close to too much.

for some reason a school bus
and hand me down dogs
and jeans torn at the knees

Jess is right. If you mashed the two of us together, gave us a guitar, some tits and an awesome voice, you would have LISSIE! (bottle of tequila optional)

looking for the perfect man?

do what i did:

step 1: go treeplanting under the guise of making money and finding yourself and becomming one with the natureness of canada.

step 2: find a samsquanch

step 3: shave said samsquanch

volia!

Goodmorning (I've missed my make believe people)

When Lily slips out in the early morning she finds Arden elbow deep in the engine of his truck. He's got smudges of black car blood mingling with the tattoo on his arm, creating a whole new design. He scoops her up into an embrace, her feet dangling off the ground sway and she can smell the engine oil and him, completely enclosed, unable to move, not wanting to. She listens to his whispers and could stay there in this floating limbo of embrace forever.