Then there are lists made.

What does it all mean? For tonight…

One, eat two cupcakes.

Two, have stomach pains.

Three, think about the saying “burning bridges.” Remember bridges are one of your good things. Hmm, yes.

A feeling creeps in a lot like a byproduct.

There wasn’t a lot that happened today. A simple kind of boring day. I woke up to a baby chick placed by my head chirping on a pillow. Not my pillow, a borrowed one. That may not seem ordinary and it’s not for me but the rest of the day was common. I tend to relate to the boring and negative parts of my life a lot more than the respectable and enjoyable parts. Happiness is slippery to me. Got yah, got yah, got yah, oh dammit. It reminds me of this once, eleven years ago,  when I went slip and sliding in someone’s backyard on a tarp covered in soap. I ran so hard forward hoping to really enjoy myself to end up sitting in a kitchen with blood soaked paper towels. There was a large root from an oak tree hidden by the blue tarp and I smashed my big toe into it with a passion. Busted skin filled with soap isn’t the greatest time. I also noticed blood makes me sick to my stomach. My stomach likes to speak to me. I’ve recently read something about how stomach bacteria has a mind of it’s own and I felt so aware of my life. Thanks oddity for making me feel at home. The oddity being the little acid green bacteria guys hanging out in my guts at a table with visors and dark reading material. Ugh get outta here. Maybe if I don’t eat they will go away? They’ll probably be like crusty green boogers until food plumps them back up.  Oh right, I had two cupcakes.