smoke and mirrors
i've been home for a little over a week and worked the past, i dunno, maybe 7 or 8 out of 10 days. it's been fun, like five people smoking a bowl in Dennis' van and then switching out to the next five until the whole kitchen was baked. i like working with Nate and i like waiting tables. it's dead-tiring, but walking out at night with money in your pocket is a good feeling.
summers are nights, long, tired nights. we stayed up talking so late last night and i still had words in my mouth when i fell asleep. i woke up with my arms and legs tangled up with his and he noticed and tickled me until i cried. i don't know if i've ever been so happy. although my family is ravaging itself from the inside out, i have another life that tells me everything will be okay.
tonight i just made a peanut butter and banana sandwich and watched Rob and Big. i laugh hard and paint my fingernails pink and my toenails green. it's going to be a good summer.
summers are nights, long, tired nights. we stayed up talking so late last night and i still had words in my mouth when i fell asleep. i woke up with my arms and legs tangled up with his and he noticed and tickled me until i cried. i don't know if i've ever been so happy. although my family is ravaging itself from the inside out, i have another life that tells me everything will be okay.
tonight i just made a peanut butter and banana sandwich and watched Rob and Big. i laugh hard and paint my fingernails pink and my toenails green. it's going to be a good summer.