seasoning salt
Lazy protein shake. Heartburn. Writing as something to do so I don’t just crawl back into to bed to skip the day. Slept ok not great. Vivid dreams. Had dinner but snacked again around 1am. Disappointed.
Eating disorder? Maybe. Probably. Who knows.
Sleeping disorder? Maybe. Probably. Who knows.
Scared about this week. Lots to do and nothing to do. People to talk to. Easy but hard. Simple but scary. Spooky.
Candles and flowers and cake. Ice cream. Heartburn. Heartburn. Doesn’t feel nice.
Food and drinks and speaking.
Sun is rising. Snow is melting. Fighting and deer and elk. Hockey and coal mines and friendship. Movies. The French Foreign Legion. Running away from home. Running away from life. Starting a new life. Problems, problems, problems.
Sacagawea!
Beer pong. Ping Pong. China and Mexico and France. TSMC. Epstein. Pedophiles and human trafficking. Traffic. Stuck in traffic. Video killed the radio star. Time and place. Time in place. Future. Past. Now, now, now. Location. Real estate. Loans. Saving ’n Loans. Scandals, scandals, scandals. Scandal.
Sandals. Beach going. Beach combing. Are you going?
Don’t mind me throwing. Look ma I’m growing.
Why is everyone glowing?
Headed out to the showing.
Epsom salts. Pepper and chives. Churls and chunks. Curls and crunk. Stacy and Chads. Puffs, Puff, and Hillary Duff.
Protein. Lean greens. Mean team. Seam ream.
Cambodia.
All here. Home time. Prime time. Alone time. Perfect crime.
Who am I?
That’s my lime. No more wine.
What about the Rhine?
I just want a chance to shine.
I was picked too early from the vine.
Send me back I need more thyme.