Now I'm really just being a tenacious asshole. When I started this 30 poem thing I should have added a condition that weekends don't count!! There's too much fun to be had on weekends.

I'm often accused of being too wordy, so tonight I'm trying haikus. Not because I'm lazy and tired. Honestly, I spent like a half hour writing these! At first I thought, Oh, these'll take like a minute. But it's hard to say what you want with only seventeen syllables. I tried to keep the whole nature/turn thing, and I know my citified version of "nature" and the outdoors isn't really ideal--but it's the only reference I've got!

friday

hollywood summer
winds down too soon like my hand
touching jeff goldblum's

saturday

pinata splits wide
beer spills as everyone dives
candy in the grass

sunday

strolling walk of fame
feels distant 'til he says there's
a toothbrush for me

An explanation: I went to see Hollywoodland at the Arclight Friday. In the elevator on the way out, Jeff Goldblum stepped in, but I didn't realize it was him because I didn't look up. I'm very "personal space" in elevators, and all I noticed was that some tall guy in a leather jacket was all up in my comfort zone and touching my hand with his. As soon as we got out of the elevator, my date said, "You saw him, right?" Once he told me it was my long-time boyfriend Jeff (who, like Adrien Brody and John Turturro, is madly in love with me but hasn't realized it yet), I nearly had a conniption.