I am annoyed with my "home"
Its a house really. Not even. Its their house. And we rent the basement from their landlord. Not even them. They can fuck right off. I think we are entitled to the lights we have on, because they are OUR lights, and we pay the bills for said lights. Also, when we need to sleep, we need to sleep. That means NOT running the squeaky dryer that is outside our door at 11pm.
I am moving. End of January. Its going to be a long ten weeks. Hopefully some things get settled, and hopefully some people smarten up. I just hope that James doesn't hate me before we move. And I hope he doesn't leave. I hope that this awful January is not the last time we live with each other. I hope my cranky "I hate my life" thing doesn't drive him away. I am going to try and have a bath and relax. And if the dishes don't get done again, I suppose I can deal with that too. I wish we could move sooner.
The sun hides from me, day to day. She laughs at me from behind her clouds. I dance for her: to work, home, gas station, home, grocery store, home, work, home. It baffles her that we travel this tiny map in such ridiculous habits. Isn't there something more interesting to do, she wonders. I suppose there is. I suppose I haven't found it yet. When I do, I will hide behind clouds with her, laughing at the populous.
I am moving. End of January. Its going to be a long ten weeks. Hopefully some things get settled, and hopefully some people smarten up. I just hope that James doesn't hate me before we move. And I hope he doesn't leave. I hope that this awful January is not the last time we live with each other. I hope my cranky "I hate my life" thing doesn't drive him away. I am going to try and have a bath and relax. And if the dishes don't get done again, I suppose I can deal with that too. I wish we could move sooner.
The sun hides from me, day to day. She laughs at me from behind her clouds. I dance for her: to work, home, gas station, home, grocery store, home, work, home. It baffles her that we travel this tiny map in such ridiculous habits. Isn't there something more interesting to do, she wonders. I suppose there is. I suppose I haven't found it yet. When I do, I will hide behind clouds with her, laughing at the populous.