+ drywall nightmare 53 +
Get too used to things, sometimes.
If anyone's been lookin' for me, then you're a stupid fuck and y'shouldn't bother anyway, 'cause I ain't probably wantin' to talk to you. But I haven't been around either, at any rate. Dad had me back at the clinic for awhile, just puttin' some stuff in order. Really busy time of year; people are gettin' into all kinds of accidents: yard work, heat maladies, firework mishaps, etc. Sucks doin' the gritty housework aspect of keepin' the clinic in order (specially that receptionist nonsense), but family is family. You gotta go when they need you. Between that and the Exchange, been kept pretty on my toes and movin'.
Sakura, Tenten--I ain't been sleepin' here every night (Dad's kept my room just like I left it), but I stuck up an envelope with enough to cover this month's rent. Just in case I ain't catchin' you.
New Buzzcocks soon--hope it doesn't suck like all this other new trash put out by older bands. I've been trying to find a new book to read (finished Crime and Punishment) and I want somethin' less heavy. Somethin' that ain't got me going about Justice and the Übermensch and whether or not I resemble Raskolnikov. Plus, all those names were wicked confusing. But I got dumped with another Russian type thing--The Reindeer People by Piers Vitebski. Who the fuck are the reindeer people anyway?
Hey.
She still pissed at you? Tried to explain the needin' space thing. I dunno. Apologize or somethin', 'cause I'm sick of hearin' about it.
Things always catch up to me, this time of year. It's only a month later, I can't get my head straight, and I ain't got all the schoolwork and studyin' to keep me busy.
I guess I should be thankin' Dad, more than anythin' else, for keepin' me moving. And the twins, for keepin' me from killing Dad. How come Yuzu's the only one that looks like Ma?
If anyone's been lookin' for me, then you're a stupid fuck and y'shouldn't bother anyway, 'cause I ain't probably wantin' to talk to you. But I haven't been around either, at any rate. Dad had me back at the clinic for awhile, just puttin' some stuff in order. Really busy time of year; people are gettin' into all kinds of accidents: yard work, heat maladies, firework mishaps, etc. Sucks doin' the gritty housework aspect of keepin' the clinic in order (specially that receptionist nonsense), but family is family. You gotta go when they need you. Between that and the Exchange, been kept pretty on my toes and movin'.
Sakura, Tenten--I ain't been sleepin' here every night (Dad's kept my room just like I left it), but I stuck up an envelope with enough to cover this month's rent. Just in case I ain't catchin' you.
New Buzzcocks soon--hope it doesn't suck like all this other new trash put out by older bands. I've been trying to find a new book to read (finished Crime and Punishment) and I want somethin' less heavy. Somethin' that ain't got me going about Justice and the Übermensch and whether or not I resemble Raskolnikov. Plus, all those names were wicked confusing. But I got dumped with another Russian type thing--The Reindeer People by Piers Vitebski. Who the fuck are the reindeer people anyway?
Hey.
She still pissed at you? Tried to explain the needin' space thing. I dunno. Apologize or somethin', 'cause I'm sick of hearin' about it.
Things always catch up to me, this time of year. It's only a month later, I can't get my head straight, and I ain't got all the schoolwork and studyin' to keep me busy.
I guess I should be thankin' Dad, more than anythin' else, for keepin' me moving. And the twins, for keepin' me from killing Dad. How come Yuzu's the only one that looks like Ma?