I'm just sitting here, at precicely 6:38 a.m., craving an apple cinnamon Pop Tart.
It's a little cold in here, though I was sweating like a slave last night. It's going to be damned near 70 degrees today. And it's nearly December. This would be somewhat acceptable if I lived in Florida. But I do not. I live in New York City. What the ********, Mother Nature. What the ********.
I haven't written a letter to my ex-boyfriend in the Air Force for a couple of days now. And the problem is, I don't feel guilty. I should, though. And I've got to put that $100 down for my student loan.
Goddamn. I need a better-paying job. But the one I have at least lets me talk to people while I'm working. Somewehat.
And, I depart.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Tue Nov 29, 2005 @ 11:42am · 2 Comments |
