At the IAR

[Professor L walks by my office, does a double take and stops to stare at my desk through the window. I look back, chewing, convinced he's eyeing my cinnamon bun.]

Professor L: What Whiskey is that?

Hannah: What??

Professor L: What Whiskey is that?

Hannah: [Picks up the glass bottle of Cherapunji honey from my desk] It's honey. From India. I'm not a lawyer yet.

Jin says that there is an Ani song for every kind of relationship imaginable. I think she's right.

"Untouchable Face"

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you're perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y'know, i don't look forward
to seeing you again soon
you'll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say

except fuck you...

i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you...

I'm going back for Christmas.

Now the real question is: Am I going to let this all go to waste?

But I can't up and do when my mind need to tricked into believing.

I have all this affection and it has no where to go. Either that, or I just really need to create art.

I just want to sit around and love.

Dear Lord, I am stretched out thin. Only by your grace and strength.

This is just. so. me.

A-heh-heh-heh.

I will tell you firmly and without resentment: Do not patronize me.

In other news, I do not mind being being used as emotional tissue paper, I feel like this is what I'm here for. I am SUPER ABSORBENT and LONG-LASTING. Sort of like a tampon.

No, seriously.

You know what you are Hannah? You're a white cat walking backwards

And

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~ Matt Anderson

I was going to write a long rambling post about fishball kway tiao, TKGS pinafore, white shoes and loose socks, and saturday morning drama club CCA sessions