<Mountainous Heathen!>

i smell like my mom's boss

yesterday, cyrus drove my mom's car to work, and today, the car smells of his cologne. it overpowers any shampoo, any deodorant, and perfume i'm wearing.

i've got another title for a potential book. only to follow "the anatomy of a cello" and "life's carcinogens" ofcourse. third one:
"as the world laughs at an angry clown."
hm, perhaps too long for a book title. maybe a poem. maybe a bumper sticker. a t-shirt. when in doubt, make a t-shirt.

nicole gave me a gift when i walked in this morning. i was touched. it was a card and some earings. pink. and then she told me her mom got fired yesterday, so she couldn't get me anything "nice."
yesterday, she taught me something i had never considered before. mohammad got mad at her when the enterprise people didn't show up. he left in a storm. and throughout, she didn't say anything. not a word to counter his rage. she didn't get upset really, but afterwards, she was saying how scary he is when he's angry. i said you should have said something since it was clearly not your fault. she shook her head, smiled and said, he knows.

what a concept. he knows! and i, in my stupidity, stand there, talk back and try to "reason" with a madman? what of it?

it's empty around here today. hsin will leave at eleven. omar is in the field. steve is in san fransisco, complaining about the weather. sorin and mohammad are at a big ass presentation. no one wonders where mitra is, even though no one knows. so it's just us girls and opjit. no lunch meeting today. sadna.

note to sina: do not rub your belly with soap as we are not bringing you fruit.
cheers.

(and vibes to you).

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Friday, August 13, 2004 i smell like my mom's boss yesterday, cyrus drove my mom's car to work, and today, the car smells of his cologne. it overpowers any shampoo, any deodorant, and perfume i'm wearing. i've got another title for a potential book. only to follow "the anatomy of a cello" and "life's carcinogens" ofcourse. third one: "as the world laughs at an angry clown." hm, perhaps too long for a book title. maybe a poem. maybe a bumper sticker. a t-shirt. when in doubt, make a t-shirt. nicole gave me a gift when i walked in this morning. i was touched. it was a card and some earings. pink. and then she told me her mom got fired yesterday, so she couldn't get me anything "nice." yesterday, she taught me something i had never considered before. mohammad got mad at her when the enterprise people didn't show up. he left in a storm. and throughout, she didn't say anything. not a word to counter his rage. she didn't get upset really, but afterwards, she was saying how scary he is when he's angry. i said you should have said something since it was clearly not your fault. she shook her head, smiled and said, he knows. what a concept. he knows! and i, in my stupidity, stand there, talk back and try to "reason" with a madman? what of it? it's empty around here today. hsin will leave at eleven. omar is in the field. steve is in san fransisco, complaining about the weather. sorin and mohammad are at a big ass presentation. no one wonders where mitra is, even though no one knows. so it's just us girls and opjit. no lunch meeting today. sadna. note to sina: do not rub your belly with soap as we are not bringing you fruit. cheers. (and vibes to you). posted by ...me at 8:57 AM