Today I had an epiphany that washed the effluvia
off of my soul and clarified why the Goddess put me
on this planet. I always knew I was special, but my
gifts go far beyond my almost preternatural ability
with words and the vision with which I see the world.
My epiphany showed me the greater need for a Woman
like me. I was cast in the throes of rapture, having
achieved a state approximating the Hindu concept of
Moksha when stupid Mr. Werner screamed at me to bus
table 4. He’s such a butthole.
March 26, 2003
Marvin called the other day. For those of you new
to my journal, Marvin is . . . was my very soul. Our
connection went beyond the deep, beyond the mystical
and experiential. Our shattering connection redefined
the very nature of who I was. But it ended, alas,
as so many things before have ended. Our love knew
no bounds until it ended. I was broken, shattered.
My dreams came to naught.
He who was my soul called to tell me he had straightened
out. He quit the Jiffy Lube, that soul-sucking hell
that threatened to drain my Marvin of his essence.
Lube Pro is much nicer and his new boss lets him do
transmissions when no one’s around.
He sounds changed, but I am uncertain of the path
I should choose. He caused so much pain and yet I
am inexorably drawn to him, like a moth to something
very bright and dangerous, like a halogen lamp.
March 20, 2003
Marian and I had a lovely evening last night. I hadn’t
seen her since we bought that lamp two weeks ago.
She’s a beautiful soul, so gentle and forgiving.
Marian was ever so sympathetic last night. Ever so.
She almost makes me forget Him.
I hope he dies at that damn lube place. Dies alone.
In other news, stupid Mr. Werner has gone overboard.
He wants me to work Thurday and Friday. As if I don’t
have enough to do already. He taxes my soul with his
buttholery.
March 18, 2003
Marvin left me. The only thing stopping me from ending
my bleak spell on this plane is all the work I have
left to do. The poems, both epic and lyric, that will
go unwritten if I allow myself the rest I desire.
Damn to be cursed with such a muse!!! >:(
March 12, 2003
Mr. Werner wanted me to work late again. He said that
I had to stay until I cleaned up the baby barf at
table 6. Gross!!!
In other news, I met this cute guy today. His name
is Marvin and we have a real connection. I’m
going to meet him now. Wish me luck!
