i am back in this chair & reckoning is back in my lap as if she owns the place.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i wrote that first sentence hours ago. i wrote that sentence, right there, minutes ago. space. out.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:we're no longer going to austin. the woman we were going with is suffering a breakdown. she's not fit to go & we can't go without her. no austin-for-ten-days, no driving, & i'll be at work for all those days which is fine, i need the money & my work needs me.
i need a vacation. not a driving, in-texas-for-ten-days kind of vacation. rather: the kind where my parents magically Approve Of My Life, & invite bean + me down to kentucky so we can have their roof over our heads: & no responsibilities: & stay up late & sleep in. i told mischka that i want someone to drop everything & take care of me. i've told him this probably seventy times but i told him again today.
i'm so hideously selfish.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:space:out again.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:& again.
Now that I'm free / you
can be cheerleader in my
hit parade / now that I'm
free / now that I feel
[[booth + the bad angel]]
