Bad news sticks to you.
My computer died. Well, not died, I just don't have anywhere to put it and the monitor makes this loud whining noise that makes me think it's going to explode.
I moved home.
New job again. Working at APAC doing tech support for AT&T Mobile. This one is in Green Bay, so I don't have to drive for 3 hours a day. Which is fantastic because my car broke down on Christmas day. Ironic? Not technically, but who's counting?
There are times when I don't think I'll ever catch up with college. $150,000 is a lot of money for a degree in a field that tanked the year before I graduated. I'm supposed to be paying $900 a month in loans and I only make around a grand to begin with. It's rough. I loved college. It made me a better person in so many ways. But I'm regretting it just because it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
ACME Home Shopping Catalogue
You hang onto your last cigarette
like some cartoon coyote hanging from a branch
your fingers slipping,
staring at the ground far below.
You tell yourself you don't need cigarettes
or branches or even that stupid bird.
You're stronger than that
and besides this isn't a cartoon.
This is just you losing grip on reality
because you don't want to lose the
very last vice you've got left.
You don't want to give it up for anyone.
But they all want you to give it up.
It's bad for you, makes you too firm.
If you'll stand your ground on killing yourself slowly,
maybe someday you'll win, and we can't have that.
So let go, wave bye bye, and fall
leaving behind a comical puff of smoke
that you can't help but find insulting
as you speed towards a you shaped hole in the ground.
(Wow that blows. Why am I writing about smoking again?)
I moved home.
New job again. Working at APAC doing tech support for AT&T Mobile. This one is in Green Bay, so I don't have to drive for 3 hours a day. Which is fantastic because my car broke down on Christmas day. Ironic? Not technically, but who's counting?
There are times when I don't think I'll ever catch up with college. $150,000 is a lot of money for a degree in a field that tanked the year before I graduated. I'm supposed to be paying $900 a month in loans and I only make around a grand to begin with. It's rough. I loved college. It made me a better person in so many ways. But I'm regretting it just because it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
ACME Home Shopping Catalogue
You hang onto your last cigarette
like some cartoon coyote hanging from a branch
your fingers slipping,
staring at the ground far below.
You tell yourself you don't need cigarettes
or branches or even that stupid bird.
You're stronger than that
and besides this isn't a cartoon.
This is just you losing grip on reality
because you don't want to lose the
very last vice you've got left.
You don't want to give it up for anyone.
But they all want you to give it up.
It's bad for you, makes you too firm.
If you'll stand your ground on killing yourself slowly,
maybe someday you'll win, and we can't have that.
So let go, wave bye bye, and fall
leaving behind a comical puff of smoke
that you can't help but find insulting
as you speed towards a you shaped hole in the ground.
(Wow that blows. Why am I writing about smoking again?)