and that's when i learned i could scream.

my roommate has stolen things from me
not so much stolen, perhaps
i propose it should really be considered
HOARDING
for she can't possibly have purpose for
a broken PS2 console
or the collector's tin of Band of Brothers
or two seasons of Da Ali G Show
but these are all things that are sentimental to me
things that hold no monetary value to me
but that i find importance in
because of the history behind them
how i acquired them
from whom i have acquired them
people i don't have in my life anymore

i've been biking 20+ miles daily
on a pretty regular basis
to get back in shape
to release endorphins
to release pent-up aggression
to regain my confidence
to stick my own little middle finger
in the air at BP
and the intermingling of big oil companies
and politicians in the gulf
to do my part to stand up for the animals
being affected, and killed, in the name of black gold

two weeks ago i got a cooler thrown at me
from atop an abandoned building
and my best friend picked a padlock
that was put on our bike lock
went to minneapolis for soundset
and stayed at joe mabbott's house in st. paul
went to california-berkeley/oakland/san francisco
didn't eat meat for a week
didn't eat dairy/meat for 4 days
and now i'm home!
and moving!

jennell's back at the shop!
STOKED!