The Silence of the Daylight
I'm getting really bad about posting lately, and I don't care.
Slowly but surely I've been packing on weight. A few ounces here, a few ounces there. I currently weigh 170 pounds. Never in my life prior to moving to Carlsbad had I ever weighed more than 150. It's just a little beer gut and some extra muscles but some of my favorite old pants don't fit anymore and I feel fat and gross. Not that I ever had much self-image to work with in the first place...
I dropped in on my old Wal-Mart crew after work tonight, just to visit and catch up. One of them (she's a sweetheart) is going through a messy divorce, fighting over the kids, and can't even get a decent job out at the mines because her current employers give out bad references (they don't want to lose even more good people).
One of them is my ex Vanessa's grandmother. Another one is apparently in regular contact with Vanessa's boyfriend. Both are gossipy old ladies who like me enough to chat my ear off. Between the two of them, allegedly most everything I've heard from her is lies. Not that that's much of a surprise.
I have only one friend (who's busy with class and a new job), and still no love life to speak of. I have $30k in the bank; once I reach $50k I think I'm just going to quit my job and go back to college. I need to get out of here. This town is slowly killing me.
The morning sun has vanquished the horrible night.
Slowly but surely I've been packing on weight. A few ounces here, a few ounces there. I currently weigh 170 pounds. Never in my life prior to moving to Carlsbad had I ever weighed more than 150. It's just a little beer gut and some extra muscles but some of my favorite old pants don't fit anymore and I feel fat and gross. Not that I ever had much self-image to work with in the first place...
I dropped in on my old Wal-Mart crew after work tonight, just to visit and catch up. One of them (she's a sweetheart) is going through a messy divorce, fighting over the kids, and can't even get a decent job out at the mines because her current employers give out bad references (they don't want to lose even more good people).
One of them is my ex Vanessa's grandmother. Another one is apparently in regular contact with Vanessa's boyfriend. Both are gossipy old ladies who like me enough to chat my ear off. Between the two of them, allegedly most everything I've heard from her is lies. Not that that's much of a surprise.
I have only one friend (who's busy with class and a new job), and still no love life to speak of. I have $30k in the bank; once I reach $50k I think I'm just going to quit my job and go back to college. I need to get out of here. This town is slowly killing me.
The morning sun has vanquished the horrible night.