Feels Like Fall

I must be broadcasting on all frequencies , got the feelers out, my metaphysical all encompassing tentacles are blooming and entwining all the souls I find desirable.
It could be that I am in a manic phase and I am misinterpreting all the interactions I have had this week.
I have been posting ads on craiglist, mostly random requests for company.
I also had a few dating site pages I have done, I heard a comedian say " Nothing shows how little you have to offer someone like an internet dating site", it's totally true.

My imaginary love affairs with ultra friendly cashiers of various stores continue.
Its only when they make conversations that hold up the line ,and make eye contact intently that I start to wonder about the "what ifs" or 'what the fucks".
I hate to make anyone uncomfortable so I don't usually pursue any kind of endeavor to "date" them.Besides I hate stores so much sometimes I don t want to fuckin pollute my sporadic interactions with these lovelies. The cuties that deem me cool enough to ask how my cats are or if I am going to combine my oatmeal raisin cookies with my ben and jerry's as they make the suckers wait with their lube and pickles wanting to get home and watch the football game, or get home and steam there bean curds and read Atlas Shrugged for the 4th time.

this weekend I have 4 days off.
I must canoe
I must endanger my life
I must meet the cute craigslist girl who is actually my age , that would be a first
I must give my menstruating sister her lawnmower
I must sleep with the moon in my face
I must get stuck with needles
I must

me and the amber monster went to Dolci Vita the other night, it ruled, it's nice to hang out with chicks that don't want your balls, or soul or whatever.... and not related to you.
boundaries are perfectly fucking fine.seriously.
I was uber excited that night because my rock star friend started talking to me again, I got a million hits from an add I posted, even if half were insane or 5oo lbs, and I found my phone. I couldn't help but feel I was talking at people though, I had to keep checking myself.
I found sometimes talking to a couple that stop by my house that they had faces like they were in a room with a baptist minister high on meth.
maybe it was the pint of ben and jerry's, lot of chocolate you know?


for you , a song of epic proportions that makes me a little happy/melancholy