I do not have a new job. I don't have an old job. Nor do I have a house
with rooms I never visit. But I did just move to a new place (again
again again), where I am attempting to squeeze my life into the tiny
spaces allocated to me by a local agency, courtesy of a nice
advocate-type woman. This because I have finally given in to the precept
of disability. I am disabled. It's not going away. Okay.
I do not feel beleaguered at the thought that somewhere families are
distressed by poverty. Well, okay, I do, but I get over it. Lately, I'm
pretty much astonished by how much self-pity I can generate at the
notion of being povertized myself -- and this after ten years of "higher
education," along with serious engagement in a "career trajectory."
The upside is that this place is rent subsidized.
And there are no bugs.
But I still haven't sent e my five dollars...
~Canela
> okay. okay.
> I have a new job working for this wacky astrologer who is syndicated in over
> 90 alternative weeklies. part of my new job is to browse thru each issue
> and check the placement of a 900 number in his column. since his column is
> almost always placed somewhere near the "adult" personals, I spent 7 hours
> yesterday staring at hundreds of pages of every manner of cheese porn
> imaginable. I got a little depressed by the end of the day. sitting there
> in my Friday bra and sweatsocks, it all ended up making me feel a little
> well, repressed.
>
> go figure.
>
> ~k
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>> I was doing the weekly shopping at Woodman's, Wisconsin's favorite employee
>> owned supermarket and the Grateful Dead were playing on the Shopping Channel
>> and in the cereal aisle I discovered myself singing, I will survive. Then I
>> picked up a box of Grape Nuts.
>>
>>> -----Original Message-----
>>> From: karry walker [mailto:karry@xxx.com]
>>> Sent: Thursday, February 08, 2001 12:22 PM
>>> To: fishbreath@somewhere.net
>>> Subject: Re: pro europa
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>>>
>>>> That's why it's so quiet.
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>>> I'm quiet these days because I don't feel like I'm doing or experiencing
>>> anything worth writing about. and when I try too hard to write about
>>> nothing, well, it's hollow witticism, which becomes boring to me.
>>> So apart
>>> from kicking my own ass out of the comfy house, I'm not qualified
>>> these days
>>> to write.
>>>
>>> unlike you, e.
>>>
>>> ~k
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