time and again: post-it notes from my brain today

I am sticky, not quite sweating, breathing humid air that feels like so much phlegm in my lungs. This is an old topic for me- at least since I came down to Louisiana. I don't ever get tired of talking about it, either. I like to complain about things that I can't do anything about.

Planning for things in the future. It is wierd to look outward and forward instead of just inward and backward. With a plan slowly forming around me (and us!), I do not have the same qualms I had in the past about looking to the future.

Work responsibility is odd. I never expected to embrace that before. I guess when you actually like what you do for a living, that's how it goes.

The fuckos that owned my dog, Dingo, before I got her at the pound, must have beat her. That- and they used the hose to terrorise her. Dingo is the only dog I have met that is afraid of water coming from the hose. I was using a spray bottle the other day to administer flea/tick spray, and she was so scared she peed!

I want to kick ass and erase names. I want to pour boiling oil on them and sterilize their children. I want... I want... I want.