| 8:08 p.m. | stinky laundry | 2002-04-09 |
| Reaped | at the risk of being a hypocrite, I must note that i am down to only thongs in my underwear drawer. talk about the irony. or ironing, as it seems it's laundry time again. having second thoughts about certain relocations, which must be presented to the s.o. later tonight. luckily, we are going out for drinks, which will likely soften the blow. i will say "i found a kick ass job but it's in Berkeley." The boy will quiver, his brows will darken into a singular line of annoyance and confusion, and the debate will begin. "but you said...but what about...? Does that mean...?" then he will find the one chink in the argument that turns me into the heartless enemy of his soul and i will feel bad. jw and i don't fight, we negotiate terms. think treaties drawn in blood, sworn over the bloated carcass of your mother. think i may bring some parchment and a needle this time. but, that's the way it goes. if i can find a good job in N.O., i'm for it. but there's all these other equally tempting places to live offering better pay. argh! i hate this responsibility shit. can't i just stay in school forever? |
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New digs - 2004-05-25 Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10 Grumble - 2004-05-07 Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05 Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05 Random Shearings Rings |
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