Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

christ, he's going to harvard

and here i am eating mr. noodles out of styrofoam, drinking instant coffee and pretending to know about trunk groups and clli codes in my patch-painted village apartment which, by the way, has mice. i discovered them (their droppings, to be precise) yesterday. they are not my friends.