prosicated | Because actual updates are still beyond me

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Stop falling, you rain. Stripey blue socks with no shoes and you don't mix well. **	Goat cheese for each meal, with apples and stale baguette, make a happy Meg. **

This job is a game, Pretend to be smarter, yes, but be a monkey. **	My trolley lurches, small girl sings nonsense to me, birthday balloon bobs. **
He's a carpenter, not a help desk guy, he says. Don't tell his day job. **	Grad school apps loom big but there are movies to watch and boyfriend to hug. **
Not NaNoWriMo, These words will decide my life. No wonder they freeze. **	Reading Naked Ape Like watching football, I curse the stupid ideas. **
When brunch takes all day, and migraine pills clench my teeth, my Sunday is gone. **	I can't remember When last I called my parents. No guilt, just a void. **
Coworkers tease me: Am I from New York because I wear only black? **	Left S.F. days back. Didn't leave my heart, but I left my best friend there. **
Counting syllables Makes me forget what I say, I'm more free this way. **	Form follows function? Not in a haiku, my friend, form counts out my words. **
Doot doo doo de doo Tra la la la tra la la Yodelai-hee-hoo **	I've no sense of time, I may cave and buy a watch. I am yuppie scum. **
When was the last time I read a damned newspaper? I almost miss news. **	I'm so sorry I haven't been in touch with you. Which you? All of you. **

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*trying to interpret*
sad that I'm not doing nanowrimo? I'm not being helpful?
I'm planning on trying to write more, but big book is beyond my brain. I will be as helpful as possible with grad school stuffs. :o)

*hugs*

god, that's funny.

*already laughing* No,no. I am being profound, can't you tell? =P

Your haiku turn the
mundane into the sublime.
Don't LJ-cut them.

♥

I would not want them cluttering up people's pages, nor would I want to stare at them all. In case you can't tell, I am all about avoidance.

The best thing about
posting haiku is replies
can be haiku too.

The best friend gets all
sniffly, whines and paws at the
blank computer screen.

:) Your haikus are lovely. I'm especially fond of "These words will decide my life. No wonder they freeze."
As well as the yodeling, of course. :)

I don't know that they're capable of being called lovely, just a convenient way to suppress and distill all the one-third-of-an-entry things in my head. We should phoninate sometime soon. Tell Becca to update too, damnit.

Phoninator! Indeed. Sometime this weekend?
I don't think Becca has updated her LJ in a bajillion year. I keep telling her to read things on my LJ and she's like "aah! too much work! No time for LJ!"
I'll tell her. :)

I think they're lovely. :)

Yes, this weekend sounds lovely for phonination.

Maybe I'll email her and tell her too. Got to re-meet her and remember how cool she is and then she disappeared off of LJ. Damnation!

I think you're lovely. *gigggleblushshufflerun*

i think the cliche of all new yorkers wearing only black is a little silly, but you know, nobody will ever tease you or even comment if that is all you wear here.

I sadly live up to the cliche for the most part. I don't when I'm not at work but all my shirts have always been black and I used to wear red, grey, green and blue pants (or striped) but all my work pants are black or black with pinstripes. Everyone comments on it here.
Somehow, though, I can't imagine you in all lback. patterned skirts and pale tops.

hehe! last time you were imagining me in paint-covered cords :)

today in fact i'm wearing black dressy boots, black dress pants, and a black pinstripe button-down (with fun drawstrings along the sleeves that tie in bows at the end). my work wardrobe contains a fair amount of black because it's just so easy! i also have pale tops, but no patterned skirts (that i wear to work, anyway).

i really want a good pair of red pants.

I don't think you'd wear paint-covered cords to work. I always assumed you'd be a skirts-to-work person. Then again I also wish I'd be a skirt person so it may just be habit.
Hearing what you're wearing is creepily like those Internet type-by flirtations. Only nicer. I always admire those shirts with the pulls, but I know I would tear my shirt to pieces fidgeting. I'm wearing all black again today. I went on a three day kick a few weeks ago of no black (except for shoes because all my shoes are black) - it was fun but much harder to conceptualize, I had to keep in mind that I had to wear the red shirt with the grey pants because tomorrow I'd have to wear green trousers and the red shirt wouldn't go, I had to iron a button down or two, and I caved and wore ties too. Far far too complicated for early morning dressing.

I have 3 pairs of red pants - fleece, velvet and corduroy. =)

read book i should be
but i already read one
i can count to five

school is eating brain
girl is eating, getting fat
i need to eat books

orange juice is good
my poison, vitamin c
in an orange glass

You're making me crave
OJ something awful. I
hope you feel better.

You're making Brandeis
sound less good than it used to
Please bolster my dreams.

Take better care of
yourself, I like you and you've
sounded down lately.

Mmm, goat cheese with apple and baguette would make a happy Erin too.

I highly recommend eating such things for lunch - goat cheese and apples from farmer's market, yesterday's bread on sale from local bakery. Cheap and tasty and fresh. You have got farmer's markets in Jersey, right?? =)

Of course we do :P Not particularly close to me, many more down by

squidia's, but we do. And i'm still working on the apples we picked, so there's no shortage in that department. Perhaps i will have to eat that for lunch tomorrow. I'm generally lazy and just bring dinner leftovers or peanut butter & jelly sandwiches with one of the many apples, but i do yearn for a change sometimes.

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