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| Thursday, March 27, 2008 |
| Boots |
She walks along, her boots keeping the loud wretched clip clop clip clop sing song horselike sound of her pace.. one sounding more hollow than the other.
She stops and picks up her foot, bending precariously.. balancing on one leg to look at the bottom of the empty sounding heel of her boot.
"Damn."
Somehow she has lost the little strangely shaped cover that fits perfectly over the platform of her heel.
She considers.
"damn," she whispers softly.
She loves those pointy ol' boots, even though she rarely wears them, and when she does they squish her toes together just enough to create an ache that endures deep into the following day.
They are black with silver butterflies outlined in stitching on the toe, the body of which is composed of silver beads.
The toe butterfly has a twin stitched to the body of the boot that houses the calf.
'Ah well, shootz. Can't take them with me when I die.'
She strips the boots off and drops them in the trashbin, revelling in the glory of her quiet pad pad padding feet on warm concrete.
She wears a soft smile on her lips, as she hums along. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 3:49 PM  |
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| Friday, March 21, 2008 |
| Day Dreamer. |
I am distracted.
The sun’s rays are making their way past the wooden slate blinds in my office, capturing the lint and dust dancing and floating on the air, just above my desk.
I slump against my chair, looking outside.
Wal-Mart’s parking lot is bustling as usual... Jiffy Lube seems to have a constant stream of business, the mountains majestic against a baby blue sky full of puffy white clouds...
I want to pluck one of those clouds from the sky, put it in my mouth, enjoy it’s sugary goodness melting on my tongue like cotton candy.
Time is molasses today. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 3:04 PM |
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| Tuesday, March 11, 2008 |
| Holy Monday!! |
Holy Monday!!
I started a new job last week. I am really enjoying it, everyone is very friendly and welcoming. But, for some reason, I am over-analyzing, making things much harder than they need to be.
So, this morning, I come into work, clock in, then head over to the main office which is housed in a different building. Along the wall outside there is a spigot that is located about hip high, that I had never noticed. I was just telling my co-worker, who is training me, that I didn't have the proper caffeine intake for the morning and will be requiring large amounts of coffee, when my hand inadvertantly hit the spigot.. turning the water on full blast, filling my right shoe entirely with water.
Oh, but that's not all. No that isn't the end to the malicious Monday blues.. We get inside and find that I have an interview to do, not a big deal. I brew a cup of coffee and settle in with the interviewee's paperwork. As I am talking to my cohort, I tip my coffee up for a drink, about an inch from my face.. effectively pouring the tepid brown liquid down my shirt. Shit!
I order lunch for the meeting of the Heads, drive fifteen minutes to pick it up, only to discover I have forgotten to have the checked signed. Head back to the office for signatures, back to the restaurant for food, forgetting to attain a receipt. That comes to me later in the day while I am filing paperwork. Nice. I drive back to the restaurant with my head hanging low. Returning to the office, I realize as I enter the building that I have left my car running, and my headlights on, mid-day.
I realize, probably a little too late, that I'm leaving a pretty poor impression.
At least I didn't burn the popcorn. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 2:58 PM |
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