cradling the phone

burp!
hmmm... just tasted bits of yesterday's conversation.

hue who?

riddling into metaphor after metaphor.
too many mind-snapshots that are incompatible with lettering...
26 loses to 4 primary.

:)

office romances were written about today.
knew that quick kisses are stolen on evelators.
i'm going to use the stairs today.
go colleagues go!

thought decaf

went to barista with tongue hanging out and nose sniffing the air to steal a whiff of coffee.
"no press meet madam, would you like to try our new flavours?"
err.. sorry, left my wallet at home.
oh how bliss always comes at a price!

midtown madness

Who is the girl wearing nothing but a smile and a towel,
In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway? (Big old highway.)
Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy, hauling freight,
From Chicago to St. Louis, Lord, I see her every day. (See her every day.)
Double clutching weasel like me can hardly ever get,
A girl to look at him that a-way. (That a-way.)
Smiling like a girl wearing nothing but a smile and a towel,
In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway. (Big old highway.)

Doggone, that girl wearing nothing but a smile and a towel,
In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway. (Big old highway.)
Sleepy headed, said the girl wasn't real,
Better get the hell on my way. (My way.)
On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago,
You'll find tiny pieces of my heart scattered every which way. (Every which way.)
Shattered by the girl wearing nothing but a smile and a towel,
In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway. (Big old highway.)

Ah, honey, I don't know who painted you.
But he must have had a broken heart.
You break my heart every day.
You break every other trucker's heart,
That travels this lonely road.

-The girl on the billboard
Boxcar Willie

woken up to a comforting rut.
good morning.