Beginning the countdown...
With my sinuses squeezing my eyes into squints, my eyebrows likewise following suit, my entire body is in a state of wanting to be back home, somewhere where I can pretend that things are simple. Somewhere where classes and majors and careers aren't hanging directly over my head, lumpy baskets of rotten vegetables... (Is it impolite, you think, to tell one's grandmother to mind her own fucking business?) Right now, I'm perfectly fine with working at the Bloomingfoods Deli, and making enough money to buy myself the occasional yerba mate at the Spoon. I just want enough time to clean up my life. If my bedroom, at school or at home, is any indication of what my mind, body, soul look like right now... well, spring cleaning is muchly needed. So much so that waiting for "spring" is out of the question. My veins are tight, my head is pounding, and I am impatient.
Or maybe I'm simply agonizing over this sinus headache, contracted illness from the ice cream drippings of a two-year-old, induced apathy with sunday-after-saturday green gin-drenched gills.
And I'm going to have to stop there, or Tyann is going to start eating my knees.
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Or maybe I'm simply agonizing over this sinus headache, contracted illness from the ice cream drippings of a two-year-old, induced apathy with sunday-after-saturday green gin-drenched gills.
And I'm going to have to stop there, or Tyann is going to start eating my knees.
<3