Sunday, February 3, 2008

FORMAN GRILL

JAMESON WAS DRANK TONIGHT.
NOW I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE HAS HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH A HOT PILLOW SEVERAL TIMES.
THE MICROWAVE WENT OFF.
I HEAT MY TUNA UP.
I PUT THE TIMER AT 50 SECONDS.
I COUNTED DOWN BUT IT FINISHED SOONER THAN I THOUGHT.
I'M TOASTING MY BREAD TOO.
I'M NOT SURE IF I HAVE CHEESE.
I SURE HOPE I DO.
I KNOW I DO BUT IT'S TOO SOFT TO USE A CHEESE GRADER.
CHEEESEEE GRADERRR.
THE MICROWAVE JUST WENT OFF.
MY SMALL GOAL IS TO CONSUME FOOD IN THIS MOMENT.
MY SMALL GOAL IS TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT.
BUT THEN YOU MIGHT BE TOO AWARE.
AWARE OF ANXIETIES.
MY HEAD IS ON MY LEFT SHOULDER AND I'M WRITING THIS WITHOUT LOOKING.

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