moving pictures

i cleaned yesterday.
i did my dishes. i picked things up and stacked them in nice piles, the largest book on the bottom.

i now have beer everywhere. it smells like pizza in here, i even saved the garlic things so maybe my instant brown rice, the only eat item i have left besides black olives will taste like something else besides really nasty teriyaki sauce or shit, garlic. damnit.

i sit here on sundays and i really try to care. i mean everyone feels the same way and we get done whats due tomorrow and laugh when we think about all the extra tasks that wore hope like a blue ribbon with bright eyes sometime before friday fell to the dogs. They got DQed in the end. Never made it to the top spot on the award stand. Maybe next time they'll work real hard for a maroon one. pink? mint green. you know you're a loser when they're handing out pastels.

lets shoot for bold people. Let's win this three-legged race. Lets get the flowers and the photos.

happy freaking valentines day by the way.