"odwalla" poems
Day 1:
Smoothie (approx. 154 calories)
Kind Bar (150 calories)
Red Rhapsody Odwalla (200 calories)
Fudge Bar (more calories than it should have)
Handful of almonds (264 calories)
Half a box of dove chocolates (too many calories)
Half a Nalgene of water (0 calories)
Thoughts:
I have a friend who used to say she was
“Fasting for religious purposes”
like every Tuesday and Thursday.
Okay,
I’m sorry,
but what ******* religion fasts twice a week?
Like Karen , you’re not ******* fooling us
you’re starving yourself.
We all know it’s how you maintain your
~gorgeous~ stick like figure
skinny ***** you’re not fooling anyone.
I mean just say you diet, but as I mentioned in the title
DIETS ARE A ******* JOKE!
I’ve got a great idea kids!
Let’s go not eat good food and see how we feel.
***** you vegans)
Sounds like ****
I wanna eat pizza, and fudge bars, and cake, and literally
EVERYTHING
and not feel ******* bad about it.
Like is that too much to ask?
Whatever. Peace out. Don’t die on the way home.
Day 2:
Fasting for religious purposes.
Thoughts:
**** me.
1 Karen does not exist; Karen is a fictional character who I created to fulfill the requirements of my artistic vision. The only Karen I know is like forty-eight and works with my mom, trust me she doesn’t starve herself.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
a boy said he liked me last night and that he's liked me more than any other girl
and this morning he said we need to take some time apart
what the ****
happened
between
POINT A
and
POINT B
?
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I think it might have something to do with the fact that apparently
when he cuddles up to me when I sleep
I alternate between saying:
"No"
"Stop it"
and
"I don't want this."
(Jesus,
psyche could you be more
revealing/embarrassing?)
He said he feels like he violates my sleeping self with his nearby presence.
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Someone is arguing pointlessly with me about
whether
their ex is a sociopath
and then whether sociopaths feel remorse
and the whole point of sociopaths is that they don't feel remorse so
(and apparently that's a politically incorrect term anyway)
I don't get why that conversation matters to her. I feel like we've had it before.
She just wants to be contentious.
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And I just want to take a very expensive taxi to work.
And fill my Odwalla up with peach-flavored *****
And drink the day away.
Because I don't
understand
"people"
right now, let alone my own wants.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
cute but comfy clothes
funny and sensitive
biking and acting
birds and more birds
orange juice
warmed-up Peeps
listening to music in the shower
classical music
jazz and
everything else
but country
a stress reader
avid ice cream eater
Odwalla lover
rain and sun
regency romance
Climate Change worrier
pen addict
a listening ear
logical and reasonable
silver linings
me -- through poetry
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC