it must be the wind.

seems like every one has issues.
somehow i have been missed,
or i have missed them.
still autumn,
still cool.

fuck you mr

you fuckin suck ass
you kiss and blow.
mr, you both,
are bitches in a haystack.

so easy to find,
and easy to forget.
i feel a small need to tell you
how you have fucked up,
but more so,
I leave you.
by yourself,
as i found you.
good luck

client-telling

its fall in retail
the coats are out
the gifts are on.
its almost dark when i get to work,
and its raining when i leave.
its a nice feeling.
i go out to smoke,
wait to see the leaves change,
people have no excuse to be outside.
it will be a good season.

i know your name.
of course i do.
i can even figure what you buy,
before you do.
open ended questions,
decide your whole life,
or just your spending habits,
and that is all i care about.

who cares that this is a recession.
i can't afford what i sell you.

i get mine for free.

I have a lot to do, besides watch movies on tnt

The house is clean enough,
laundry has been tackled.
i feel acomplished.
and free,

its late enough,
no one will call my name
even tho
i would answer.

a friend of mine
thinks i should try a day
with no apologies.
not sure why.

do i take the world on my shoulders?
i dont feel so.
i feel that i ignore most things.

i do my thing.
maybe could be better.

consideration is not my strong point.
Im more worried about me.


absolutely, i will stab someone

for a friend. (if they ask)

you get me, you got me for life.

but go 50 miles,
or even a month without a hello,
you can't
ignore me.

im the best person you could ever know.
contents subject to change.

huge list of things to do.