so says the straw hat

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dear sir, your picture looks like a postcard. and remember to always make written agreements instead of verbal ones, or else the money never does work in your favor. dear sir, your postcard looks just like a picture. your eyelashes curl better than a handlebar mustache. in Texas, I have learned the meanings of "raining sheets" and "when the lightening cracked." I love a good southern storm.

I exfoliated with the floor. we made up names for sex moves that haven't been invented and slapped high five handprints onto places that looked clean. I spread the clay on my face like the way people say warpaint looks like. I used a trowel once. I want to use it again. I love the way dirt feels on my body. I love laughing with friends while getting things done. I love the warm air of the south--being hot in a romper at midnight--smelling of citronella and clay.

In correction to my earlier statement: Texas, in fact, has three federally recognized tribes/reservations. Washington State has twenty-nine. About 3 and 3/4 Washington States could fit into Texas. That means that the ratio would be Washington 108.75 to Texas 3. Also, I want to have a word with those hospitals and their shitty shitty shitty ER procedures. If I am ever in serious abdominal pain again and think I am going to die, I am going to think twice about going to the ER. And then I will probably die. And I am going to go ahead and blame privatized health care for that. Is that ignorant? Perhaps. I just now thought "I should sign up for Twitter, or remember my password, so that I can follow the Census and its tweets." Dork Alert.

Well, what do I have to say on this, the Fourth of July? Lets see. 1. Oklahoma is on the television. I am at the house where I nanny. They are out of town and I am to feed their cat and fish. I've been hanging out here because I like to be alone. Sometimes to my own detriment. For example, I do not have plans for tonight. I may just stay in. Is that sad? I don't know. It is sort of by choice. Here is what is happening on TV "The cows will moo in the clover, the river will ripple out a whispered song and whisper it over and over--don'tchuwishedyewdgo onforever--in that shiny little surrey with the fringe on top." Oh Chelsea...how I miss watching Oklahoma with you, back when we were kids. 2. I cannot hear any fireworks. 3. I did not run into any cockroaches when I was cooking, but last night, there were THREE in the kitchen at 3 in the morning. This makes me want to die. Also, outside today there was one just chilling by the step--which is just this rickety piece of