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bow or bow? i think of dogs and i think of bow ties. i’ve known a few people to covet the first and others to sport the other. both seemed like acquired tastes, each of which struck me as out of my range of interest.

Posted By mitchisms On 07.14.2011 @ 8:51 pm

wade through the paperwork, only to find that it will still be weeks and weeks before anybody gets back to me. haven’t they heard of phone calls?

Posted By mitchisms On 06.29.2011 @ 8:41 pm

crush, i haven’t had one of those in a while. can’t say i miss it. can’t say i want it. can’t say much about it except maybe, well, my favorite kind is orange

Posted By mitchisms On 06.28.2011 @ 9:25 pm

intense is the word i normally use when i feel at a loss to explain some overwhelming feeling. actually, the last time i used it, i was trying to describe to a friend how i felt during and after i had finally seen van gogh’s self portrait in person….it was probably one of the most unsettling experiences i’ve had recently. the fact that ‘roses’ wasn’t too far off on a nearby wall didn’t help much…

Posted By mitchisms On 06.22.2011 @ 9:45 pm

i rarely if ever try to predict anything. i tend to get most things wrong. like that time i predicted that that game would end with me winning….didn’t happen…never does…

Posted By mitchisms On 06.20.2011 @ 10:14 pm

like held someone’s hand? or a doll? something that is held is taken to one’s heart, i believe or at least that’s what i think of. could be wrong. that’s been known to happen on occasion…being wrong that is.

Posted By mitchisms On 06.19.2011 @ 1:56 pm

station makes me think of train stations and placement in life. on trains…i love trains. something that would have never occurred to me years ago until a friend told me about how he had traveled on them. its glorious…as for station in life, always as a point as to where you are…now that i think about trains, i feel like moving…

Posted By mitchisms On 06.14.2011 @ 12:34 pm

…the town red? paint it black… paint like…there’s no tomorrow? i think of covering things up. a light coat of paint over nails, something sparkly and shiny and not at all like the grim and residue that collect underneath.

Posted By mitchisms On 06.06.2011 @ 12:09 pm

huh, not much to say about this one…maybe because i don’t ever think about plaid unless i have to, like now. don’t wear it and generally consider it an eyesore for the most part. just seems like too much going on in one spot. but, well, i suppose i’m simple that way and can’t fathom the awesome that is inherent in plaid.

Posted By mitchisms On 06.05.2011 @ 2:20 pm

is what saved me as a kid. in the middle of the night, there was a call in program where, besides playing all kinds of music that i had never heard, gave people the chance to talk about some of the things that were troubling them; not a therapy session, but it definitely gave us night owls a sense of community that we couldn’t find anywhere else.

Posted By mitchisms On 06.03.2011 @ 3:33 pm

are very helpful. for the last few years, my life was contained in one of these. books, journals, directions and sometimes if i remembered, a protein bar. my life was being carried around in one of these and the fact that things are no longer like that, is kinda weird.

Posted By mitchisms On 06.01.2011 @ 3:03 pm