Word Furrows from Emily

grand
kibitz
uppishness
urinator
middle age
maiden
maidenform
lowbrow

i guess i should have spent a grand on the new scanner or maybe on a whole new computer, but i opted to save my pennies in order to buy the farm. anyway, i got scanny home and set er all up only to find my computer has only 2 usb hubs out back. i wanted to do a test scan, so i unplugged my mouse at first, then feeling helpless, plugged her back in and unplugged the keyboard. without boring you all to tears let’s just say i never did scan nuthin. i gave up. i’m going to diana’s on saturday where i’ll use her state of the art system to scan me crap.

time for an upgrade i’m afraid.

talk about being the in the dark ages, well maybe the middle ages as far as computer technology - anyway i myself am in the dark ages, that old dark night of the soul. it’s not as bad as it used to be owing to pharmaceuticals but i’m often left wondering where my fire went.

i think it plum went out, along with my uppishness.

any of you all woulda run out a long time ago, screaming from the burning building wherein i work everyday oblivious to the smoke inhalation and scorched flesh.
perish the thought, but some days i actually miss the old clock factory where we could kibitz the day away in edgy frivolity.

i’ll never forget the homeless alcoholics who rented the studio down the hall, forever plodding to the shared privy, i used to call that tall guy named “panama” the urinator.

it was endlessly irritating to have to parade past them all, hanging outside the door of their room, staring at each clock factory maiden as she walked by. freakin’ degenerates. what a lowbrow operation it all was. maybe i don’t miss it at all.

for certain i don’t miss it.

the only thing i really miss is my old maidenform bra, back when my breasts were size 30B. i used to think B was so big. i couldn’t tell you what letter i am now, something off the charts i’m sure. ah, we all start out so innocent, never imagining how gigantic we are going to become in the end.