The sweetest supper ever...
...made me mickey mouse-
no, two. Boyfriends! And also,
a chicken. Pancakes.
posted by hrtucker @ 11:39 PM
Daydream
A blog written (almost) entirely in (bastardized) haiku.
About Me
- Name: hrtucker
- Location: Athens, Georgia, United States
The first time around, I majored in english literature, which wasn't entirely a mistake. I have begun working toward a degree in landscape architecture. I suspect that grad school is coming up soon. I want to spend my time restoring damaged wetlands and rivers, or maybe creating spaces in cities that help people to unwind. I never want to set foot in a cubicle again. Daydream tells a story in snap-shots. Each poem presents something that happened on the day it was written. Why haiku? Especially, why such bad, off-topic, not concerned with nature (usually) haiku? To keep it brief! Nobody likes a long rambling blog. If they say they do, they are just being nice. Letters to a Cowboy is a mixed bag. Take from it what you can.For best results, read it chronologically, from bottom to top.
Previous Posts
- Grey, but refreshing outside...
- intermission
- All of these molecules touch...
- All things equal, I'd rather be outdoors...
- Getting to know myself...
- Emerging...
- Mathematics remain beyond me...
- I love you...
- Susy this morning...
- They really do work...
Friday, February 25, 2005
no, two. Boyfriends! And also,
a chicken. Pancakes.
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1 Comments:
I came home yesterday feeling horrible. I was tired, hungry, sick, and did I say hungry?
When I get hungry, I transform into a monster. I was too drained to cook and to poor to go buy something. I kinda wanted a chicken sandwich, but felt too guilty about the abuses suffered by corporate farm raised animals to think of eating anything with chicken in it. I was screwed.
I was wretched by the time Craig came home. He took care of me. He decided to make me pancakes. I just lay in bed while I listened to him cooking. He brought me a plate after about 30 minutes.
I looked at what he had done as he explained it to me. "I made you Mickey Mouse. Then, I made another, so they would be boyfriends." He said smiling at me. I looked, and it was as he said. Two mickey Mouse pancakes. He went on, "I also made you a chicken." There on the plate, below the Mickeys, was a little chicken. He also made eyes for the Mickeys, and a mouth for one. The batter ran out afterwards I guess :)
I have the best boyfriend ever.
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