Sunday, August 21, 2011

Well, what's the prize?

School's about to start and I've started to make lists again. I'm full of lists of things to do. I'm a frequent receiver of anxiety attacks and lists always stave them off. I feel like Harry, reciting the seven horcruxes in his head, "...the snake, the sword, the cup...", that sort of thing.


Wendy's frosty and fries.

Dallas and her sexy new jeep.

Nighttime phone calls.

My gradually increasing shoe collection.

New "Free Winona" vintage t-shirts.

Chinese dictator watches with waving hands.

The pile of books by my bed.

Sundays waiting for me to hike in them.

I've gotta go, get focused and shit.

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