Thank you.

Midnight at the coffee shop.

Sitting in the dark.

I asked you what you were thankful for

this Thanksgiving.

"Being alive. You?"

I tried really hard to say it,

but I couldn't speak the words.

I was, I am thankful for you

for having met you,

and basically every minute

we're together.

No, you weren't, you aren't

the only thing I'm thankful for,

but you are glaring,

and maybe someday

I will be able

to articulate it properly.

"I'm thankful for the coffee shop".

Make, total

I just was outside

swinging an aluminum bat

as hard as a could

at apples on a tree,

knocking them off,

and sending them flying

as sauce across the yard.

I then started throwing rocks

at a hornets' nest,

that I'd only noticed today.

I don't think I'm angry,

but I just want to destroy some shit.

For lack of better features-

Mitsubishi's new car ad's premise is that

it's more "dog friendly" than the Subaru Forrester.

Easy fold down back,

allows for easy canine entry.

I'm going to design a car,

where the steering wheel

is made entirely of milk bones.

Fuck all y'all.

Priorities.

I've spent

my entire teenage

and, I guess now,

adult life

trying to be

interesting.

Just so he knows-

And since I'm pretty sure

he's the only one who reads this,

(which is probably for the best)

I just want Brian to know,

that he is one of the greatest

people I have ever met,

and I greatly admire him.

Honest.

Mostly because he is a giant nerd,

like myself.

I don't even have a legitimate emotion about it.

Maybe I just feel numb.

Superheros

Today,

a man who dresses in

a mask, boa, yellow reflective jacket,

and runs and dances crazily around

the east side,

(somewhat of a legend

a hero, or a pariah)

who I've come to know

on a personal level-

first name basis at least,

stopped by the shop and

motioned me to come outside,

and told me:

"Never believe you are anything less than radiant"

I had spilled my guts to him

about my trivial crush-

and he told me about his messy divorce,

living in a car, and mental disorders.

But this was when he was merely a civilian.

Then he started living as a superhero.

forward peddling.

I've got the ambition.

Though many of my

lofty dreams don't come

to fruition,

Maybe I've found a motivation.

A motivator, an agitator,

to keep the sediments

from settling.

Seven and a half tattoos.

Met a girl today

named Yevette .

She was seven

and a half.

Her leg was covered in

temporary tattoos

when she walked in.

I asked her why,

but she only turned her face away,

and took a bite

from her granny smith apple.

Twenty minutes later,

she sat down next to me

and started talking.

I told her that she didn't talk

like most seven year olds.

She was clearly very smart.

She knew.

She told me she was in

the highest reading level in her grade.

I told her that I was too,

when I was little.

(I then apologized for calling her little)

I asked her why

she wouldn't talk to me before.

She just shrugged,

and told me-

Her cousin had stuck about a dozen

temporary tattoos on her

when she was sleeping.

I said that was awesome.

She said her cousin is evil.

I asked her what she wanted to be

when she grew up.

A lawyer.

Why?

Because I'm a good liar.

Asking for

I am always going to be just

the great friend that

happens to be a girl.

Love, rather "like" stories

weren't made for

everyone.

I guess.

Except Jim and Pam, maybe.

It is selfish of me

to want more

than a great friend.

That's all I could ask for.

Lifted.

Yesterday,

ended up in Minneapolis

for a great opportunity

and something,

some things,

I just had to do myself,

by myself.

Success.

Told the truth

at 1 a.m.

Reality.

The Ocean.

This weekend

I am going up to Stevens Point, Wisconsin.

Next weekend

I am going to Tampa, Florida.

I am more excited for Point,

even though I've never

touched the ocean before.

REALLY?!?

My god,

he even bakes pies

from scratch.

This boy is

so intimidatingly

great.

Or at least Wikipedia.

My pseudo-dream

of becoming a pseudo-Milwaukee celebrity,

kind of like Brother Ron, the Jesus car guy,

(except less bigoted)

or like Expressionz Journal Raz,

(except less annoying)

or Frank "Pepperoni Cannoli" Cataldi,

(except with less spoiled meat)

became a little more within reach last night.

We will be the Tetris girls.

And we will go down in history.