When we becomes one.

We got along famously,
except when we didn't.

Never, never, never, never give up.

Goldie Haunz died saturday morning. Well, her funeral was saturday mourning
whether she was dead or not is another matter altogether. I suppose though, that floating somewhat halfway between living and dead can have no other term except dead- or rather wanting to be.
So I made a list, called you and we buried her together at duck pond.
And you laughed.
You,
terrible,
terrible.
That's all I have to say about that,
I laughed too.
In spite of the tragedy.

You are my comic relief.

We ate ohs,
and talked on rocks,
and fed the ducks.

A simple reply,


A man said:

"Why do you only write of this... unknowable diety?"

I said:

"My friend there is nothing that I know, of which, I have more certainty."

At this, he sat astonished--

And I, in solitude, finished my sonnet.

(Patrick)

Don't take counsel from your fears.

These past three days have been the worst and perhaps best in my short life.

What does that mean?
Well,
I'll give it to you quickly and without flours.
(i.e. Reality Check)

My roomate woke me up at four in the mourning last week to inform me that her fiancee and or her had backed into my/and or my father's brand new car (im not sure which, it was four in the morning...)
I dislocated my knee (completely) two days ago and after trying to hobble around with my roomate's cane (why does she have a cane?) I went in for x rays which told me nothing except that I had beautiful bones (thanks mom, whole milk rulez)
and referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who will charge me up the butt (but really just the ensure ants people) for an MRI to tell me what I already know that my ligaments are shot to hell on the right side of my knee and that
I kneed surgery.

I missed a test,
I missed devotional,
I missed you.



It is snowing
and I'm seriously considering selling tickets for Jacques on Ice,
a musical interpretation of gracelessness
coming to BYUI soon.


imagine that.

My entire household is on their periods

it smells like tuna
which is disgusting
and

I strongly suspect
that my fish are going to die.

That or I need to experiment in a more liberal fashion with XANAX.
Speaking of liberalism.
lizum,
I fear for Obama's life, and his family's.

This past election was perhaps the most (integrated social) vote there's been in years- I'm really impressed with our generation, it is extremely important to be informed on the political climate in the world. Especially the one we live in, simply because the laws that pass and are enforced by the people we choose become the foundation for the economical and often, our social environment.



The people upstairs are making me dinner.
If I could get UP the stairs,
I would go.

But I feel perfectly capable and content to sit here and wait for dinner to walk over here,
maybe they'll feed it to me too.

Ah youth,



And,
after typing roomate wrong three or four times (and orthopedic correctly? what?) I've real eyesed that it's spelled room mate. If only those two words weren't together.

In spite of everything that is happening,
I
am
happy
ing.



oh,
and when you talk
my stomach talks back
and everyone knows that's the way to my heart,
Jack

ps.
i love j dawg and amy, they make me smile, sing
and cry.
pps
"TELL THEM ALL THAT AS SOON AS I CAN WALK I AM GOING TO FLY"
-Bessie.