we need to talk
today will be one for the books, a day to write home about.
...except i live at home and keep no books.
i hate him for making me speak my mind.
it's wrong to break up with someone just for the chance to use the word "exasperated."
but is it right to stay with them just because they ask you to?
just because someone is lying prostrate at your feet doesn't mean you have to conquer them.
i'm still unsure. he won't want to stay friends. and that means he won't be too keen to loan me fifty bucks.
yes, on top of all this boyfriend strife, this morning i grabbed yesterday's mail and found a rather unfriendly postcard from SunTrust. not even a letter, in an envelope; i'm not worth 37 cents and a clear plastic address-display window. i tore the perforated edges off, my fingers crossed that it would be a million dollar credit for being such a good and pretty customer. nope. i am worth negative 66 dollars, and that's only if you count the $15 cash in my purse and my whole change cup at home. i couldn't say it better than louis c.k.-- "i don't even have no money. i wish i was broke again."
if suntrust knew that my last major purchases were for antibiotics and steroids and that my last deposit was so small because i had to miss a shift when my THROAT CLOSED UP, would they cut me a break? if i explained to them that the last debit i made was on halloween and, according to them, i still had eleven dollars following that transaction, would they care? no, because some gas station or someone didn't process their card receipts until the end of the damn month, and i'm pathetic and too lazy to write stuff down.
i dropped off my halloween film tuesday, and my photos will just have to stay in limbo until andrew jackson finds his way back into my wallet (his friends washington, lincoln, hamilton, grant, and franklin are welcome to come, too... the more the merrier).
work 'til one, class 'til 9:15, then slumber party at nat's. legit slumber party. i guess that's something to be excited about; i can revert to my childhood. we're baking cookies, but without parental supervision.
i've gone back to my butch walker philosophizing. i miss last year. i want to skip today and move on to tomorrow, or, even better, next week.
i think i'll go for a drive with my eyes closed.
...except i live at home and keep no books.
i hate him for making me speak my mind.
it's wrong to break up with someone just for the chance to use the word "exasperated."
but is it right to stay with them just because they ask you to?
just because someone is lying prostrate at your feet doesn't mean you have to conquer them.
i'm still unsure. he won't want to stay friends. and that means he won't be too keen to loan me fifty bucks.
yes, on top of all this boyfriend strife, this morning i grabbed yesterday's mail and found a rather unfriendly postcard from SunTrust. not even a letter, in an envelope; i'm not worth 37 cents and a clear plastic address-display window. i tore the perforated edges off, my fingers crossed that it would be a million dollar credit for being such a good and pretty customer. nope. i am worth negative 66 dollars, and that's only if you count the $15 cash in my purse and my whole change cup at home. i couldn't say it better than louis c.k.-- "i don't even have no money. i wish i was broke again."
if suntrust knew that my last major purchases were for antibiotics and steroids and that my last deposit was so small because i had to miss a shift when my THROAT CLOSED UP, would they cut me a break? if i explained to them that the last debit i made was on halloween and, according to them, i still had eleven dollars following that transaction, would they care? no, because some gas station or someone didn't process their card receipts until the end of the damn month, and i'm pathetic and too lazy to write stuff down.
i dropped off my halloween film tuesday, and my photos will just have to stay in limbo until andrew jackson finds his way back into my wallet (his friends washington, lincoln, hamilton, grant, and franklin are welcome to come, too... the more the merrier).
work 'til one, class 'til 9:15, then slumber party at nat's. legit slumber party. i guess that's something to be excited about; i can revert to my childhood. we're baking cookies, but without parental supervision.
i've gone back to my butch walker philosophizing. i miss last year. i want to skip today and move on to tomorrow, or, even better, next week.
i think i'll go for a drive with my eyes closed.