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so i finally went to drop off my prescription for vicodin today... i don't really need it but i imagine i might want it at some point... and i had to wait ten minutes just to drop off the prescription. so i'm standing there staring at the "family planning" display, which is all lube and condoms and a couple of boxes of latex gloves "one size fits all" at the bottom. and here i am standing in the middle of walgreens thinking about sexuality, mine in particular, and fear, and so many things.
and i don't know where i stand, i think i prefer it that way, thinking that i'd like anything, but i also want to see. and maybe me wanting to like everything is making me hang onto things, people, i shouldn't be hanging onto.
and my apartment is infested with fruit flies. five of them fell in my wine tonight. even dumping the compost every day, they won't go away. meh.
and i don't know where i stand, i think i prefer it that way, thinking that i'd like anything, but i also want to see. and maybe me wanting to like everything is making me hang onto things, people, i shouldn't be hanging onto.
and my apartment is infested with fruit flies. five of them fell in my wine tonight. even dumping the compost every day, they won't go away. meh.