hey elise! where are you?
yahh heard that?
So being in an empty house is not kNOT NOT all that it is cracked up to be. It's lonely and boring. Sure I can keep beer in the fridge. Big deal. You can't talk to beer. Beer does not laugh at your bad jokes. Or even look at you uncomfortably for those bad jokes.
Maybe I should just use the time to work on some good jokes, that are actually funny.
BLAH BLAH BLAH STOP THINKING ABOUT EMPTY ROOMS, CATHERINE.
Also, I'd really fucking appreciate it if the managers at Barnes and Noble would save me from the creepy dudes that like to harass me.
when some 30-something dude won't leave me alone just because I smiled at them I'd really love to tell them, HELLO I GET PAID TO BE NICE TO YOU, IT DOES NOT MEAN I WANT YOU TO STAND HERE AND TALK TO ME FOR 20 MINUTES. IT JUST MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE.
...especially when the m.o.d. just walks by and doesn't say anything even though you are making the craziest pained faces at him. everything but writing, 'SOS HELPHELPHELP' on your forehead.
But I do like talking to the older guys that come in. the ones with stories about friends named 'Bicycle Bill'.
The ones who tell me that life was like Night at the Roxbury then they grew up. Had some babies, had some bills, had some houses etcetcetc.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER.
I CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO SCHOOL.
I slept at my sister's last night. We had sleepy talk about life after death, parallel universes, and how we have amazing blood. We come from amazing weirdos. My grandmother was a working mom when that was taboo. She also used to ski before there were lifts. She would hike up the mountains just to ski down. My grandfather liked to build things. He was a hustla' had houses, horses, snowmobiles. He was engaged four times before my grandmother, just to get a piece. y'knowwww.
Besides, there is always the connection to those people on the Mayflower. EXTREME ADVENTURERS.
I'm just procrastinating, I don't want to go home.
So being in an empty house is not kNOT NOT all that it is cracked up to be. It's lonely and boring. Sure I can keep beer in the fridge. Big deal. You can't talk to beer. Beer does not laugh at your bad jokes. Or even look at you uncomfortably for those bad jokes.
Maybe I should just use the time to work on some good jokes, that are actually funny.
BLAH BLAH BLAH STOP THINKING ABOUT EMPTY ROOMS, CATHERINE.
Also, I'd really fucking appreciate it if the managers at Barnes and Noble would save me from the creepy dudes that like to harass me.
when some 30-something dude won't leave me alone just because I smiled at them I'd really love to tell them, HELLO I GET PAID TO BE NICE TO YOU, IT DOES NOT MEAN I WANT YOU TO STAND HERE AND TALK TO ME FOR 20 MINUTES. IT JUST MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE.
...especially when the m.o.d. just walks by and doesn't say anything even though you are making the craziest pained faces at him. everything but writing, 'SOS HELPHELPHELP' on your forehead.
But I do like talking to the older guys that come in. the ones with stories about friends named 'Bicycle Bill'.
The ones who tell me that life was like Night at the Roxbury then they grew up. Had some babies, had some bills, had some houses etcetcetc.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER.
I CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO SCHOOL.
I slept at my sister's last night. We had sleepy talk about life after death, parallel universes, and how we have amazing blood. We come from amazing weirdos. My grandmother was a working mom when that was taboo. She also used to ski before there were lifts. She would hike up the mountains just to ski down. My grandfather liked to build things. He was a hustla' had houses, horses, snowmobiles. He was engaged four times before my grandmother, just to get a piece. y'knowwww.
Besides, there is always the connection to those people on the Mayflower. EXTREME ADVENTURERS.
I'm just procrastinating, I don't want to go home.