please, for the sake of humanity, put the cigarette out. not only is it the most disgusting habit, it's slow suicide. i think 99% of our clientele smokes cigarettes, and it makes me want to yak.
cigarettes have rocket fuel and formaldehyde in them. sign me up.
so if you want charcoal colored, balloon consistency lungs and Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, weight gain, bone metastasis and a nice tinge of constant cyanosis, go ahead. but if you don't want to die a premature, breathless, oncology floor prison death, quit now. it will be the best thing you've ever done.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Sunday, September 12, 2004
big dipper days
big dipper days
i am in sicily, alaska. ok, i'm not (since no such place exists, but it feels like it). i saw four moose today; amazing creatures... alaska is breathtaking and i am sad to leave. it's weird how i each new adventure is approached with inevitable apprehension, but i always love wherever i go. always. i love that feeling. i think i leave just to challenge myself; challenge the little ceil-eyed girl who couldn't even spend the night anywhere, and here i am. hangin' out with the moose.i wish i were smarter. i want to be able to articulate everything that goes on in my brain, but it does not always work. i wish i could spit out random facts and quotes like t.s. eliot ("only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." ) or c.s. lewis or someone else with initials for a first name. so tonight, alone and miles from home, i am thankful for being here, now.
"i'm no great prophet
it's no great matter
i've seen the moment of my greatness flicker
as the eternal footmen hold my coat and snicker
in short, i was afraid"mlae 9.12.04 <><
i am in sicily, alaska. ok, i'm not (since no such place exists, but it feels like it). i saw four moose today; amazing creatures... alaska is breathtaking and i am sad to leave. it's weird how i each new adventure is approached with inevitable apprehension, but i always love wherever i go. always. i love that feeling. i think i leave just to challenge myself; challenge the little ceil-eyed girl who couldn't even spend the night anywhere, and here i am. hangin' out with the moose.i wish i were smarter. i want to be able to articulate everything that goes on in my brain, but it does not always work. i wish i could spit out random facts and quotes like t.s. eliot ("only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." ) or c.s. lewis or someone else with initials for a first name. so tonight, alone and miles from home, i am thankful for being here, now.
"i'm no great prophet
it's no great matter
i've seen the moment of my greatness flicker
as the eternal footmen hold my coat and snicker
in short, i was afraid"mlae 9.12.04 <><
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