Rrhawr?
The vampire is focused on his best friend's guitar, licking and riffing away with it. Said best friend is on holiday, we're visiting to make sure W., their daughter (ferret) is alright, and to give her her medicine.
The best friend is a nice enough girl with a racist mother who hates me, a saxophone, bass guitar, guitar, lots and lots of junk in her room but no Microsoft Word. I can bear the disorganised room - I don't have to live here - but the lack of Microsoft Word is stunning.
I'm feeling very lonely for some reason - maybe not so strange, since the only friend I'm still in touch with on comfortable grounds is LM and I only see him every Friday - he works all day, four days a week, in a hospital far away from here. But Friday is our tosti and brownie day.
What do you do. I get by. There's something I need to think through but it's filling up my head too much to think clearly, there's things I need to settle but I wish people wouldn't keep things from me, and I wonder why I - I - am never enough.
The best friend is a nice enough girl with a racist mother who hates me, a saxophone, bass guitar, guitar, lots and lots of junk in her room but no Microsoft Word. I can bear the disorganised room - I don't have to live here - but the lack of Microsoft Word is stunning.
I'm feeling very lonely for some reason - maybe not so strange, since the only friend I'm still in touch with on comfortable grounds is LM and I only see him every Friday - he works all day, four days a week, in a hospital far away from here. But Friday is our tosti and brownie day.
What do you do. I get by. There's something I need to think through but it's filling up my head too much to think clearly, there's things I need to settle but I wish people wouldn't keep things from me, and I wonder why I - I - am never enough.