ixthrock
radical faerie
My car battery's dead. I'm out of tobacco. I finished my excellent book, cryptonomicon, and have nothing to keep wedged open with the rim of my dinnerplate, or prop up on the pillow beside me at bedtime for a few minutes to fend off the terrible dreams. So I've been reading these horribly depressing stories from the scribner's anthology of modern short fiction--not out of choice, mind you--it's seems as if all you need to win the literary accolades, to be published in a scribner's anthology, is to be horribly, insightfully, depressing.
I want to call Robbie's number, a want I feel everyday, only now it's 2 o'clock in the morning, and who else but me would call him at this hour and hang up if he answers? I have tried so hard to move on with my life, to get over him, and my last fight with David was like the last blow to what appears to have been a farce. Now I'm unemployed, I'm not in school, my Dad is paying for these fake teeth that really do cause me to feel like less of a person, a less whole person... and right now, because my auto is out of operation, I can't even drive out to his house to give him help with his businees that he doesn't really need, but says he does, if only to get me out of the house and into some form of human contact. I know he can't afford to pay me a living wage AND pay for my dents He's 75, and should have already retired.
I want to call Robbie's number, a want I feel everyday, only now it's 2 o'clock in the morning, and who else but me would call him at this hour and hang up if he answers? I have tried so hard to move on with my life, to get over him, and my last fight with David was like the last blow to what appears to have been a farce. Now I'm unemployed, I'm not in school, my Dad is paying for these fake teeth that really do cause me to feel like less of a person, a less whole person... and right now, because my auto is out of operation, I can't even drive out to his house to give him help with his businees that he doesn't really need, but says he does, if only to get me out of the house and into some form of human contact. I know he can't afford to pay me a living wage AND pay for my dents He's 75, and should have already retired.