when i am waiting for a piece of mail,
my mailbox likes to mix up ways of fucking with me. One day it will do "empty-style" to tease me. It will contain a single postcard for guitar center for my ex-boyfriend. Another day it will be "full-style", and it suspend my disappointment for 10 seconds by having me sort through several layers of things I will recycle before I am allowed to discover that my expected piece of mail is not there.
Today it was the second style of taunting.
And the dead lady who lived here before me has jury duty. There is something really hilarious about that. Like, death doesn't count as an excuse even.
Today it was the second style of taunting.
And the dead lady who lived here before me has jury duty. There is something really hilarious about that. Like, death doesn't count as an excuse even.