mass exodus There aren't many things in this life beyond our control. I am so white, I'm bluish. the color of a faint bruise. I have small bosoms. I have a piece of glass that has been imbedded in my foot for the last ten years.

And now it has decided to make its way out. after all this time, I'm not good enough for it any longer. It's like a slug leaving it's shell. A parasite abandoning it's host. God abandoning Kafka.

All this time it's been there. So reliable a source of distraction from any other pain and discomfort in life. Going through a divorce? Just bear down on the ball of your heel a little harder. Your million dollar company folded? Just wear stilettos. That tiny piece of glass will remind you what REAL pain is.

And now it's leaving.

It feels a bit like when you've decided the relationship is over, but you have to sit and look at their shit in your house all day. I know this glass is there, but I also know it's trying to get away.

I should expedite the process and get a kitchen knife, cut that sucker open and squeeze that shard right out. Just get your shit and get out, muthafucka! That might be too much like the whitetrash moment when some crazy bitch is throwing dirty clothes and cds out over the fire escape, cursing some loser's name into the ether. Not really my style. No, I will let this piece of glass depart gracefully, like I do everything else that leaves my life. I will tell myself I still have my dignity. I still have a sense of humor. I never compromised my character.

Go ahead.

I will find a new distraction.  ¶ 1:15 PM