An elephant in a bathtub.
No, I'm not ready to end the holiday and head back to school. All the same, I would like to get away. I would have spent a larger fraction of my slumberous summer at Chloe's house if I didn't have to sneak out to do so; Daddy doesn't like her and while we both agree she is a bit of a slag, he's not very open to the possibility of discovering a more profound side to her -- which is absolute shit, really. You'd think he'd be a little more open given his occupation. I thought those in his profession had no choice but to be open and understanding and what have you. I suppose that doesn't apply to Chloe unless she's planning to pay a monthly fee. But okay. Oh well. Fuck it.
I don't have a chair anymore. I'm sitting on the floor. My little brothers dragged it out of my room this morning and I saw it on the balcony a few minutes ago. They've been shooting stuff off it all evening -- for the sake of passersby, I hope the chair isn't next.
I don't have a chair anymore. I'm sitting on the floor. My little brothers dragged it out of my room this morning and I saw it on the balcony a few minutes ago. They've been shooting stuff off it all evening -- for the sake of passersby, I hope the chair isn't next.