Need a Jiminy Cricket.
At this point, I know this: my mother and her boyfriend have decided to separate after tandem divorces approximately seven years ago. My little brother has not blossomed like the flower we hoped eventually would. My little sister is riding the "I'm thinking about breaking up with my boyfriend" fence. School is so close to coming to an end I can taste it. I've taken on an additional job selling roses in various nightclubs downtown (Venom, Cowgirls, Trinity). I'm more bitter at work than ever, making various jokes at coworkers' expense. Firing me is apparently not an option for them. However, never during the rose sales--always professional and never threatening to boyfriends, drunks, gangsters that look like the equivalent of pitbulls biting at me from the other side of a chain-link fence.
This city is slowly dissolving my patience of which I had oodles and oodles of prior to moving here. I'm in the final stretch of classes, doing this two years late, and now--just now--I'm anticipating a collapse.
I'm starting to notice a theme here.
This city is slowly dissolving my patience of which I had oodles and oodles of prior to moving here. I'm in the final stretch of classes, doing this two years late, and now--just now--I'm anticipating a collapse.
I'm starting to notice a theme here.