Days are drifting in and out of each other like erotic clouds. the company of my friend gabe has become near stifling as he has found in necessary to be here far more often than I care for... and every day moves one belt notch closer to August 27th, where my classes begin and the long summer of my young adult life ends.
I memorized the lyrics to popular and not-so-popular comercials, not intentionally just by sheer exposure. you shouldn't let your money go out the window, on that we can all agree. call 1-800-Next Window, and you will clearly see. We are the window authority, we've got the best prices and design (for example...) any size white double hung window installed for $189. Window World, simply the best for less...
I guess this might come in handy one day, say if I even need new windows.
She cut the umbilicus, for a while at least, again with dates... EXACT dates, august 27th. prom...
I spout ellipses like and epileptic typewriter...
She sells sea shells down by the sea shore. I needed help, and now I have none, thanks to one nights worth of drunken "indiscretion". Every day around five thirty, six o-clock, i wonder why I didn't call the financial aide office, wonder why I'm neither excited nor scared of whats going to happen next month, wonder in an almost detached way if anyone will even notice when the time comes and I log into my psyche class for the first time.
Black witches robes made out of fleece, colleen asked me a pretty decent question: why fleece?
Its comfortable, I told her, It's like wearing a big yummy sock.
She asked me how it is that I've survived this long...
A witch in yummy fleece robes, with a woman's romantic sentiments and a man's lack of hygiene.
I've taken up drinking with Gabe, when we can spare a little money for a cheap twelve pack. He drinks natural light, so that's whats been on the menu. Being drunk on cheap beer has its thrills I suppose...
I feel like a puppet in and old timey ye olden puppet show, like some one should be bopping me on the head with an over-sized plush club and shouting silly things at me. It tastes foul, its all I can do just to keep from gagging on it, but once I get a few in me my head floods with pleasant fogginess and everything goes a bit numb. my dad would be so proud...
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