On silence and small mercies.
Cut to me deciding that if it's either A.) wait until next month, now, for that swanky new pad in the Figarden loop or B.) immediately get an apartment up the street from my old one, I'm leaning towards B. I guess it would sort of defeat the purpose of moving anyway, and it wouldn't be much cheaper, but it would definitely be convenient. I'd be settled in by the time I start work on the 22nd and since both complexes are owned by the same people, I could probably switch over after six months.
Did I mention I got hired by the IRS?
. . .
I may actually miss waking too early to loud cartoons and Trans Ams outside (stuck in late 80s/early 90s limbo) blasting "Silent Morning" and "When I Hear Music." Sebastian telling Mom I'm his best friend. My grandma's cooking.
. . .
Cut to me coming to the realization that my grandparents aren't senile or bored or evil after all. They're just alive. Maybe just a little bit petty, but aren't all real-life living breathing feeling human beings so? Grandpa huffs and storms out every morning. Not to be outdone, grandma raises hell at every opportunity. I fake the chicken flu and threaten the withholding of my love. I remember my salad days here. I look at Sebastian.
It's not that Grandpa's crazy, it's that he knows he's become something of a shadow. And it's not that she hates him, it's that she's beating him to the punch. And nobody wants to be alone.
Did I mention I got hired by the IRS?
. . .
I may actually miss waking too early to loud cartoons and Trans Ams outside (stuck in late 80s/early 90s limbo) blasting "Silent Morning" and "When I Hear Music." Sebastian telling Mom I'm his best friend. My grandma's cooking.
. . .
Cut to me coming to the realization that my grandparents aren't senile or bored or evil after all. They're just alive. Maybe just a little bit petty, but aren't all real-life living breathing feeling human beings so? Grandpa huffs and storms out every morning. Not to be outdone, grandma raises hell at every opportunity. I fake the chicken flu and threaten the withholding of my love. I remember my salad days here. I look at Sebastian.
It's not that Grandpa's crazy, it's that he knows he's become something of a shadow. And it's not that she hates him, it's that she's beating him to the punch. And nobody wants to be alone.