sibling chattttter (Apple is drunk chatting) (M avoiding work at work)

*Rose (left): Mom's cat

Apple:
knock
knock

M:
knock
knock
knoc

Apple:
no i am the one knocking
not u

M:
oh i am knocking too


Apple:
what up

M:
see you knock on one side and i on the other

Apple:
does not make sence
your logic is flaud

M:
depends what you desire from the knock
flawed.

Apple:
???

M:
as is your spelling

Apple:
oh lala

M:
maybe i just want to understand
the cultural phenomenon of knocking
or partake in it

Apple:
maybe you should just open the door

M:
is rose still in hiding because of your dogs brutish behavior
ha but what would be the fun

Apple:
i think it would make a lot more sence
no

M:
sense
it depends
we can communicate by knocks
there are angry knocks

Apple:
what makes u say that

M: urgent knocks

Apple:
she not hiding

M: mom said she was in hiding

Apple:
oh well not anymore

M:
when your dog mauled poor baby rose
anyway i guess she is a bit of a snob, i suppose ur dog would take offense to that

Apple:
oh llaala
i have something to ask

M:
no

Apple:
do yo know

M:
no

Apple:
u know there is a name for the history of words

M:
boo doo boo doo boo doo boo doo

Apple:
i forget what it is
the orgin
of a word

M:
entymology

Apple:
oh i know you are genious

M:
no no
i am God
;-)

Apple:
i love looking at where the name originated from

M:
why are you a nerd
jay you can't chat for shit
whata re you doing

Apple:
nothing i am looking up words

M:
hold on

Apple:
on online etymology dictionary

M:
why
are u going to be an englsih major
and me i will be a computer engineer
but people will hate me
because if they are mean
i will have to teach them respect by way of sabotage
diliberate karma
jajajajajajajaj
jajajajajajajaj
jajajajajajajajaj
jajajajajajajajajaj
jajajajajajajajajaj
ajajajajajajajajajaj

Apple:
(entymology of name copy pasted here)

M:
yes i know that
and jay is the gift to men
;-)
but that is relvant
jay you are FAILING your chat duties
how was work
did you have fun with Theirrry
is he building you a shrine
will he collect your bones before you leave
to complete it
does he follow you around with holy water
kuma sa
Kuma sa
YOU SUCK

Apple:
got to go mom is next to
me

M:
GOOD
BECAUSE YOU ARE NO GOOD CHAT PERSON
GO

Apple:
fuck u
u thnk that u are so great at it think again

M:
HA THEY MUST BE HAPPY YOU ARE LEAVING

Apple: what did you bring to the conversation

M:
AT LEAST I CONVERSDE

Apple:
nothing at least i found where your name orginated

M:
AND INFORMED U
OF YOUR STUPD WORD
HA

Apple:
what ever warrior

M: WHAT EVER

Apple:
i am boring u

M:
HOW CAN YOU NOT
I AM HAVING A MONOLOGUE
I CAN DO THIS IN WORD
BY MYSELF
ALL ALONE
WITH NO HANDS
NO TONGUE

Apple:
i was just curious
ok bye
then

M:
that is the most words you have written yet
bye
if u are there
please get me mom
she is more chatty

Apple:
i am there but u ar too rude

M:
that is fine
i don't feel likek staring at my own words

Apple:
yea of course because she just says yes a listen what ever u want to talk about

M:
no
that would be "toi"

Apple:
what anybody else has to say u are not interested in

M:
that is not true

Apple:
i will get you a parot

M:
i am very interested
thank you but i fear i already have one
perhaps we should of stayed with the knocking

Sent at 1:58 PM on Tuesday

Tummy Troubles

These are things nobody wants to hear of course. I have been suffering from IBS or some other naughty bowel disorder. I now hate my bowels with more hatred then i knew i had in me.

I have been cleansing, eating gross nutritious food, researching, trying, failing, researching, trying failing for more longer then i care to admit.

I am frustrated, angry, tired and depressed and know more about the digestive tract then I ever hoped to. I also feel alternately hungry but am too fearfull to eat a full meal. This illness has a hovering presence that looms over me and preys on me relentlessly.

Many believe IBS to be caused by anxiety which is strange because I think it is IBS that causes me anxiety, sort of like a thief calling a victim a thief.

In any case, I will now be buying and trying 5-htp to raise my sertonin level! Yay!

Time zone

My supervisor likes to work on things early, which in my time zone, is me trying to decipher between dream and reality, as well as wondering if the uncomfortable subway ride with people pressing into me due to lack of space, is some kind of atonement for past sins I can't quite recall but which are no doubt numerous as the sequence repeats itself every a.m.

Movement

There is someone who works in my office who lurches, shoulders and head hunched as if he is use to walking in a low cave. He has slight snarl on his face. His upper body pitching slightly in front of him. We also have someone who struts. Then we have waddlers and the usual walkers, more or less adept.

I use to be very cool

I use to be very cool, until I realized how the ground beneath my feet was much harder then I had previously thought, now I tread cautiously.

it was very painful and in memory it still is

Trying to turn a lunch hour into an interview which instead turned into a terrible display of babbling. Simple questions seem to come out of some deep unfamilar place...What does your company do, what do you do, my mind wistfully pondering her inquiries in a meandering way. Pondering but not answering, perhaps not even focusing. Just purusing here and there, these subjects like someone taking a liesureley walk in the garden, leaning over a bush to take note of its flowers. English, became a foreign language. Stringing together a coherent sentence becomes like searching for an endangered insect in a lush forest.

The coup d'etat: I managed to crash into one of the agents who had asked me out in the previous visits and who was now flirting with me again. It's times like these when I think I need a new me or at the very least an escape/eject button.

Ms. Leaf

Eating my pizza beside the very tall building where I work, while appreciating a book, I notice a little leaf shaped bug making its way imperiously across the sentence I am reading.

Later when I take the subway, I pull out my book, and Ms. Leaf makes her way across the borders of the book, precariously hanging on the edges. Appalled by her audacity of having hid in my bag all this time, and about to shake her off my book, I become amused by her bright green shape and leaf color, and of course, her audacity, and I take pity. Instead at the end of the ride, I decide to free her outdoors but unfortunately, I must hurry to make my train. Rushing in the station, she gingerly walks around my hand. I brush her off in my bag and put the book there too. Upon removing the book, she crawls out again. I think to myself, she stayed all this time under my desk at work but she can't stay put for a second now as she seems to crawl endlessly till my 3rd attempt of brushing her off in the bag where she remained ominously hidden. Had she crawled off or flown away, I peak. Not in the pockets of the bag, nor my hands nor on my book. Would she remain on this air conditioned, tomb of a train to die a sad death, I worried while trying to read Stardust by Neil Gaiman.

As the train slows down to make my stop, she playfully crawls up my arm. So she has made it this far, I will free her by the trees outside, away from the station. Cupping my hand over her, I make my way and look at her. She looks back. I keep walking and instead decide to free her in my lush garden, if she will stay on till I make it back. I look at her when I walk, she looks at me and she waits for the garden. Opening my old wooden gate, I show my garden to her, which is now her garden too, and let her down on a little thorn bush I think she will like. Upon some prodding, she looks back at me one last time, and then satisfied walks off.