7-11 has become my home, again.
"i didnt go to work for a month
i didn't leave my bed for eight days straight.
i haven't hung out with anyone
cause if i did i'd have nothing to say...
i didn't feel angry or depressed
i didn't feel anything at all.
i didn't want to go to bed
and i didn't want to stay up late."
I came home from work, starving, to find two young roasted chickens. One untouched under saran wrap, the remnants of the other lying on the plate in 2x1" pieces. I was hungry enough that I would have been pathetic and wadded together all the chicken scraps if I was totally confident that neither of the cats had jumped onto the counter, as they often do, and licked and fondled allllll of that chicken. Maybe if I were smarter or just had more common sense I would know how to carve a perfectly in-tact young chicken and wouldn't be hungry right now. Typing that just made me feel gross. Sometimes I can really understand where vegetarians come from...but when I'm gnawing the life out of a piece of steak or eating a burger at Denny's the whole thing just seems ridiculous.
I'm really starting to think that I'm in this gold plated rut of needing someone else so badly just so I can take my mind off of my own pitiful existance for a season or two.
i didn't leave my bed for eight days straight.
i haven't hung out with anyone
cause if i did i'd have nothing to say...
i didn't feel angry or depressed
i didn't feel anything at all.
i didn't want to go to bed
and i didn't want to stay up late."
I came home from work, starving, to find two young roasted chickens. One untouched under saran wrap, the remnants of the other lying on the plate in 2x1" pieces. I was hungry enough that I would have been pathetic and wadded together all the chicken scraps if I was totally confident that neither of the cats had jumped onto the counter, as they often do, and licked and fondled allllll of that chicken. Maybe if I were smarter or just had more common sense I would know how to carve a perfectly in-tact young chicken and wouldn't be hungry right now. Typing that just made me feel gross. Sometimes I can really understand where vegetarians come from...but when I'm gnawing the life out of a piece of steak or eating a burger at Denny's the whole thing just seems ridiculous.
I'm really starting to think that I'm in this gold plated rut of needing someone else so badly just so I can take my mind off of my own pitiful existance for a season or two.