I know it's time to leave starbux when...

1. i'm on my third refill.
   
2. my hands are shaking, either from the caffeine or the unusually cold temperature in the store
   
3. i realize that most teenagers are socializing with friends outside of their local coffee shop. 
4. i have wasted countless dollars on mediocre pastries. 

self-challenge part one.

i plan to initiate staring contests with random people on the road. 

since i don't drive, it should be easy to stare down everyone in the cars that line up next to mine. 

If they catch me staring, i will refuse to look away. 

and so it begins. 

she cried like wolves.

I had a dream that my pregnant teacher miscarried.

she looked like a raggedy-anne doll; jelly bones and wet pasta muscles. 

she couldn't keep herself standing. 

those big brown eyes were outlined with coffee-rings of red. 

her voice lost to an echoing whale song that erupted

from her heaving diaphragm. 

please, don't let it go. 

I stood still, a pillar of false-strength--

the bath of a still child staring up at me. 

my knees kissed the tile, and I honored God's tragedy

by soaking up all the red she left behind. 

erosion. corrosion. an aging butterfly.

I saw a 60 year old woman with pink balloon lips and yards of ratty hair extensions. Her eye lashes were clumped with mascara and her cheek-bone implants were uneven due to the many years of half-smiles and parade waves. 

She was Barbie's grandmother: the product of a misleading and material youth. 

awkward.

I always use the phrase, "I'm so angry, I could punch a baby."

I'm afraid that one day I'll say that in front of a woman with a stroller&child.

Godfather?

for reasons unknown, i feel the need to smoke a cigar and slap on some suspenders. 

also, at this very moment in time, 10:57 PM, i am visualizing a flawless photoshoot sequence involving loafers, a fake mustache, and a deck of cards. 

initiation

phase one of my blog begins now. 

i don't expect anyone to read this. 

i just like to pretend that i have something genuinely ridiculous to say at all times.