Troolee bad riting

Sparrow [no longer around] said Oct 7, 2007, 6:22 AM:
 

I am here with the oven timer going for fifteen minutes and I am writing and I wish there was something witty coming to mind because there isn't and here I am still sitting here and so here's the thing:  there isn't anything in my ocean of ideas.  the fish all died and are afloat on the surface.  it looks like there was an oilspill.    Ya, okay.  what about stringing together rants and raves and random words like bubbakibba bubbakibba book bird bum.  Hate it when people drive recklessly and I wish the tooth fairy was real.  Brown polyester bothers me deeply and i won't even tell you why.   and, there is my cat, miss sallypants and I would like to come back as a cat. and i won't even tell  you why.

And now for local news.  this just in:  my head is filled with buttons.  Odd buttons sold in jars at garage sales to people who do interesting things with fabric and probably have homemade jam in their cupboards.  i am walking down a long corridor  and it is long.  and I am still walking and don't come with me if you need something interesting to happen.  I am playing hopscotch with the pattern on the carpet.  Lots of doors, none are open and I am still shuffling along and whoops and dammit I wish I had become a ballerina.  or a garbage man.  Not a man though, so that last one is definitely not going to happen and why am I soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard….I am doing a little soft-shoe now but you still look bored okay so I donevencar.  I donevencarifyoureadthisornothing I once tasted a dog biscuit.   and that's the point I'm trying to make.  and she calls that lasagna.  but here's the thing–Im on the beach wishing I knew how to skip stones instead of school and where's a good idea when you need one.

and that will be all–proceed to the exit.