the wine aint so divine
So work was strange.
I walk into the door to hear peggy on the phone saying "have you heard that sherrill cornell's cancer has come back and spread again?" it was like a wall of bricks, i swear to god. she beat it a few years ago...and now it's back, and worse than fucking ever. talk about an enima of bad news and doomsday. that's my aunt. she helped raise me. she gave me fucking american girl doll clothes for god knows how long, and always let me help decorate her fantastic tree at christmas time. even though she doesn't have any kids or many relatives that see it. i went by her house around the holidays and see that beautiful tree in the window and wonder if she's happy. i kept breaking down at work today. i could really use a fucking hug.
after i got through the beginning of my usual monday mornings at work, i went outside to check the garden and compost and all that and peggy asks me if i'm a pyro. i responded yes, and she gave me the task of burning some extra sticks and such to get more potassium in the compost or some crazy logic. i got that thing blazing. annnnnnd then someone called the fire dept. on me. peggy took care of it though, and talked us out of a fine.
after that, i labeled, and wish you were here came on. i flashbacked to the very first time i labeled, that song came on. a year ago, i thought about how lonely i was while i sung the lyrics. now, i do the same exact fucking thing. i thought i would be cured by now. i feel like i need people, but now that i have someone i feel no different.
how i wish you were here.
I walk into the door to hear peggy on the phone saying "have you heard that sherrill cornell's cancer has come back and spread again?" it was like a wall of bricks, i swear to god. she beat it a few years ago...and now it's back, and worse than fucking ever. talk about an enima of bad news and doomsday. that's my aunt. she helped raise me. she gave me fucking american girl doll clothes for god knows how long, and always let me help decorate her fantastic tree at christmas time. even though she doesn't have any kids or many relatives that see it. i went by her house around the holidays and see that beautiful tree in the window and wonder if she's happy. i kept breaking down at work today. i could really use a fucking hug.
after i got through the beginning of my usual monday mornings at work, i went outside to check the garden and compost and all that and peggy asks me if i'm a pyro. i responded yes, and she gave me the task of burning some extra sticks and such to get more potassium in the compost or some crazy logic. i got that thing blazing. annnnnnd then someone called the fire dept. on me. peggy took care of it though, and talked us out of a fine.
after that, i labeled, and wish you were here came on. i flashbacked to the very first time i labeled, that song came on. a year ago, i thought about how lonely i was while i sung the lyrics. now, i do the same exact fucking thing. i thought i would be cured by now. i feel like i need people, but now that i have someone i feel no different.
how i wish you were here.