Wednesday, April 13, 2005

I'm fed up. This move has worn me straight through. I'm exhausted and worried and completely overwhelmed. Fed up, like I stated moments ago.


A man on the bus smelled so bad I gagged - twice.

I stepped in dogshit (I pray it came from a dog) and didn't notice it until I tromped all through my apartment (the old one, thank fucking God).

I felt completely invisible. That is, except for the three new blemishes on my chin.

My brother called and gushed about his wonderful holiday in San Francisco. Lucky bastard. He sent photos. For some reason each jpg bruised me a bit. Nasty green-eyed monster.

Perhaps I need to lighten up. I need something, that's for sure.


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