Aug 15, 2010 21:38
We could fix this with our mouths.
I have packed up a canvas Heather painted; a framed photo of Rosie, Beccy, Becca and I; the eyeless duck that I perch my glasses on; my damask-ish cushions, my keys; library books that need returning; my library card to get more out; the pink, magnetic whiteboard Heather gave me for my birthday; brown rice; pink grapefruit squash; forty decaf teabags; a pack of cards; a bottle of Jacque's fruit cider; twenty CVs and a little flicker of hope.
I'll leave early in the morning in indigo jeans, septum flipped up, and resume the war of attrition I'm waging against any possibly employers (PLEASE EMPLOY ME, SOMEONE. PLEASE).
So goodnight- I need to go to bed in the hope that it helps me get up in the wee, small hours!
Kitty
summer 2010,
2010,
august 2010