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It's a mission of the UTMOST, scraping the last bit of peanut butter out of a tired jar. Come on, baby, come on. Give us the good stuff.
Then I'm staring out my window with honey dripping onto my palms, my darling one on the windowsill below me with her little pink nose pressed against the screen, chirping at the birds on the next building that are always taunting her.
For once it's not that I don't have the money for food, but more that I lack the motivation. Plus, my parking spot is prime. A beauty. I can't move on principal, and it's too bloody hot to walk.
The poor exhausted peanut butter jar now gets to rest forever, and I'm hoping the meager pickings of this sandwich will last me.
See, sometimes I like to spend the entire evening in my apartment as if it's my own personal turret. Watching for enemies on the busy downtown street. What if that guy walking his dog is really on a mission to...you know...take my collection of Bill Murray?
What I really mean to say is that I'm glad this week is almost over.
Goal for next week: more peanut butter.
Then I'm staring out my window with honey dripping onto my palms, my darling one on the windowsill below me with her little pink nose pressed against the screen, chirping at the birds on the next building that are always taunting her.
For once it's not that I don't have the money for food, but more that I lack the motivation. Plus, my parking spot is prime. A beauty. I can't move on principal, and it's too bloody hot to walk.
The poor exhausted peanut butter jar now gets to rest forever, and I'm hoping the meager pickings of this sandwich will last me.
See, sometimes I like to spend the entire evening in my apartment as if it's my own personal turret. Watching for enemies on the busy downtown street. What if that guy walking his dog is really on a mission to...you know...take my collection of Bill Murray?
What I really mean to say is that I'm glad this week is almost over.
Goal for next week: more peanut butter.