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if you want to join ashley and me and our ramblings you are invited
we can always change the name

Is it appropriate

to unzip your skirt a little at work so you have some breathing room?

oops
too late
just did it
feels right

Does it

ever blow your mind that this is the one life that we have
that this life that we have is finite and fragile
it drives me crazy this thought
because it's so scary
because it makes you want to do everything and nothing
it makes you want to grab people by their shoulders and shake them until they realize that they are wasting their time worrying about trivial things
and it makes you wonder why we do what we do

life is just too short
this is a saying we frequently hear
so much so that when we do hear it we don't really listen to it anymore
that's what happens with sayings -- we become conditioned to them so that they have a meaning that is taken at face value
-- but if you really think about it -- life is too short
it's scary, inconceivable because our lives are too short
my life is too short
this one life that I have -- the only life that I know

there's permanency in my actions -- i can't go back and change what's already happened
and yet there's transcience in my actions -- my life is but a fleeting moment in the scope of everything

i wish there was some sort of resolution to these thoughts
because wouldn't that be nice?

but instead i'll just go on with my life same as i always have because it's all i have and all i know how to do and then some time from now i'll think about it again and again and again

and it will just keep blowing my mind

while at work

i try to see how long i can last before warming up my lunch
i feel like it makes the day go by faster
but i realize that sometimes if i go to long without eating
and only having coffee occupy my stomach
i get a little crazy/lightheaded/dizzy

workplace woes

burnt tongue sipping coffee
in the bloodstream making
fingers jittery mind racing
wobbling through aisles
with high heels unsure of footing
placing one after the other
one two one two
like the ones and the twos
three four fives
that tell where mines hide

It appears that I

get sad about unusual things

and that I don't get sad about usual things