Mar 28, 2006 23:44
Tuesday, March 28, 2006. 11:44 PM.
I am slouched in my squishy chair, with Thin Mints and Cafe Cookies sitting on top of my English book. Girl Scout cookies ward off all my troubles lately, I swear. And I have a keyboard and a blank Word document, both ready and waiting for me to have my way with them. In an ideal situation, I would put away these snacks and turn off these sad songs and in less than an hour, I would have half my portfolio done. But we both know this is no ideal situation.
I wish I had the opportunity to use those cool last parting lines. Like, "I'm on the next train out of here" or "leave your key on the table" or "tell her I said hi" or "it never mattered anyway", but I can't. Because there is no train, you have no key, I can always tell her myself, and it did matter a great deal. I am no Don Juan (Don Hanh?). I am no heartbreaker. And I will be the first to admit that I need help.
But-
March 29, 2006. 12:10 AM.
Ahaha. I'm obviously not getting anything else done tonight, except for this needlessly drastic entry. Nevermind, one and only.
-Hanh