Whining
Packing. Packing.
Little travel savvy shampoos and mouth wash. Folding up the corners of my all natural toothpaste.
"single serving" everythings.
The train, oh the train. Too bad they don't rattle and crack like they used to.
Picking up the odds and ends, looping them around the yarn balls.
Wasn't it just a holiday yesterday??
I'm poor.
It's 6:30. I'm waiting for Ben to get home. I'm bored and think it would somehow solve the problem were i to go to the bar and play several games of bad pool. There's a crazy shivering in me that loves the anticipation of travel, of living on a train, of being stuck in Chicago for hours.
The Winded City: I've been there a couple of times. I sat in a closet in U of C's dorm room and talked to my cousins boyfriend. He was unimpressed and unimpressive. There's something about college students that embarass me.
I wish i could drink wine. I could hold a shallow glass of something dark and red, the kind that we used to get in church -- where i learned how to drink. I could sit here in my computer chair, knees up, arms down and pretend i understood the things i'm sure i don't.
But it looks like Ben his home.
Little travel savvy shampoos and mouth wash. Folding up the corners of my all natural toothpaste.
"single serving" everythings.
The train, oh the train. Too bad they don't rattle and crack like they used to.
Picking up the odds and ends, looping them around the yarn balls.
Wasn't it just a holiday yesterday??
I'm poor.
It's 6:30. I'm waiting for Ben to get home. I'm bored and think it would somehow solve the problem were i to go to the bar and play several games of bad pool. There's a crazy shivering in me that loves the anticipation of travel, of living on a train, of being stuck in Chicago for hours.
The Winded City: I've been there a couple of times. I sat in a closet in U of C's dorm room and talked to my cousins boyfriend. He was unimpressed and unimpressive. There's something about college students that embarass me.
I wish i could drink wine. I could hold a shallow glass of something dark and red, the kind that we used to get in church -- where i learned how to drink. I could sit here in my computer chair, knees up, arms down and pretend i understood the things i'm sure i don't.
But it looks like Ben his home.