friday morning journaling with pistachios!

OVERVIEW

i’m here sitting at my desk and in front of me there’s a bottle of zyrtec, an opened switch blade that I used to remove some stickers, and a tea bag that sticks to the side of my “chemical biology” cup. after I peel off the bag, set my kettle to boil, and waft through my options – eventually landing on quince eucalyptus – i reach into the bag of shelled pistachios at my feet. they tell you to buy your pistachios deshelled, and being the fool that i am, i obey. but these were a gift. and like so many little random gifts that we give and we get they didn’t carry their intended purpose. i’m sure the goal was to sustain my hunger and perhaps even recognize my preferences in a little act of love, but this bag is different. this bag has opened my eyes to the lie i’ve been fed and the joy i’ve been deprived: deshelling my own pistachios.

so now there’s nothing i want to do more than to sit on a log with a nice pen in my right hand, pistachios in my left, and a journal on my lap. come join me!

plan:
leave slaughter at 9
walk into o hill
find some logs
write
perhaps have some breakfast at ohill
go on with our bound-to-be-lovely days

dope

p.s. if u like what u write perhaps u can send it to the scrawl?