crushed pepper

fuck you.

sometimes i just can't win.

i'm taking in books and conversations as if they were the Eucharist. i drive like it's my ministry and cigarettes are the Spirit's ministry to me.

nihongo de kakitaku natta kara nihongo de kakuyo. konban wa tc-meetingu nano. hayaku hajimatte hayaku owattemoraitai. datte, moshikashitara atode anoko ni aerukamoshirenainoyo. l-word wo mite, anoko no kao wo mite... sate. dounika lezu no kurashi yameta hou ga iino kana? wakaranai yo. atama gochagocha de jibun ni totte naniga iinoka wakaranaku nateshimatta mitaiyo. guruguru. pyonpyon. souyuu oto wo shite atama to kokoro no naka de kangae odotteru. guruguru. pyonpyon.

doot. doot. doot.

ah yes, i had to. and i will not apologize. it's important to me to be a part of people's lives through as many facets as possible. thus, livejournal too.

today i drove through stratton nebraska, where they have decorated the main street lightposts with strands of delicate green tinsel shaped into giant E's and strung with red bells. i liked holdredge, nebraska's wreaths and candles better. still, mad props to southwestern nebraska where all the townspeople join in for some good financially efficient decorating.

and i hope everyone enjoys buying gas and driving around the suburbs looking at christmas lights. i recommend supporting the salvation army instead.

merry jesus-day.