This place keeps getting brighter and brighter as days, more like nights, go by. An extra strand of xmas lights. Tinsel. More tacky xmas trees sprouting up in archways and rock gardens. Wall paper… On walls.
My hips are aching and it hurts when I laugh due to a fresh dermal anchor on my temple. I should be at home laying on a heating pad. Instead I’m nursing my fourth pearl diver and typing this, occasionally talking to a friend or two.
What I like about you is that you are so pretty but never take yourself seriously. Remember when you came out in the fall wearing a pencil skirt with an old flannel shirt?
No
And you cut your hair. And it looks nice and not just anyone can pull that off but I miss it long. It was sexy.
… Sorry.
You are really akward. You don’t seem like youde be.
Okay, I’m going to finish this fifth one then go home. New place. In the city. I guess I never posted that I moved anywhere away from the city. But I did. Exit signs are a beacon. Wherever I am.
Ooh someone played ‘wolf like me’ for me.
I like it when you smile. You give these little looks and it makes me sad to think you’ll never see them. Its not like you look in the mirror and smile. You know like Practice. and you’ll never understand how exquisite those dimples are. They aren’t really dimples just…
Divots?
no not at all. They are just beautiful. I think you are going thru a phase where you want a baby. Not a baby. Just someone to take care of. Why don’t you get a cute crack head?
So they can steal my shit, pawn it to buy drugs? Naw…
No it goes: duh dum duh dah help me h e l p m e help me help me! Duh duh dum duh dah.
In my car waiting for it to warm up and I don’t know why I didn’t bring my coat. Or scarf. Or gloves. it was nice today. Didn’t want to be alone so I ran out forgetting it or not thinking I needed it. Meeting my mom at the rich rich mall across from the rich mall to buy soaps, look at expensive things that shouldn’t be so much. Getting stared at like I was going to steal something until my mom showed up.
now I’m in my bed nursing fresh tattoos and not looking forward to tomorrow.
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