swollen glands

it's entirely not up to you.
not to be confused with
not entirely up to you,
for those are two different matters
entirely.

so which one will it be?
the sunglasses
or the scissors...

she likes the idea of hands,
but hers are not for holding.
so keep your mind to yourself.

watermelon makes your elbows sticky, if you eat it right

if i could take all the things 

i've seen and heard and said, and all the things

i've ever learned, and all the things

i've ever known 

and wrap them up in a neat little box, 

i'd wrap that box in the prettiest paper i could find,

and i'd tie the best bow i knew how.

i'd send that little box of life to the acorn 

with a note that said:

do not open until you are a tree.

and that's the twist part. 

because by the time the acorn becomes a tree

she will have already acquired all the things in the box. 

so instead of opening the box 

the tree will just laugh

and make some breakfast 

and keep tying the bow on the box for the acorn.

she is forever tying bows.

and smiling all the while.

that's a healthy 1% to keep

i am wearing leftover eyeliner.
my bathroom smells slightly reminiscent of someone else's vomit.
i woke up today and have eaten (in this exact order):

orange juice, from concentrate
dry, uncooked macaroni noodles
annie's brand organic shells and cheddar drizzled with sriracha sauce
ginger brew
garlic toast with more sriracha
water (finally)
pop tarts, of the strawberry variety
more water (my body is upset)
winterfresh gum
chips and salsa, enchiladas, beans, and rice
more water (but still not enough)

i feel a few ways about this:
annoyed (because NONE of it was satisfying)
bloated
very american, which brings me back to annoyed

the upside to all this:
teresa is getting her hair cut by heather.
and i might get my lip pierced soon.