Artemas (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artemas) wrote,@ 2006-04-23 06:31:00 |
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How do you know if a relationship is broken?
I mean, do you just wake up one morning and think, 'damn, this is over?' or do you go through a whole farce of years and realize it a decade later?
It's like dying by a hundred cuts.
I can't sleep tonight.
I took some vitamins earlier and it's given me the shakes.
I really wish I had some bread in the house.
Goddamn roommates do magic tricks with some of the food.
Or it might be all the tea I've drank today.
I think I want to move.
I loathe this apartment.
I could hear kids running upstairs and in the hallway and I wanted to take the broom and clothesline them, then sweep them into the street.
I can totally picture myself as being the mean old lady of the neighborhood in fifty years.
I've been looking in this area.. my requirements are:
washer/dryer in the apartment.
24hour fitness facility.
I would also like a nicer kitchen than the one I have now. My current one makes me cry, and they are soo not tears of joy.
I really, really need to go out and do some laundry today. And maybe get some decaf tea, because if I continue to take those vitamins and the amount of tea I drink, I'll shake like a crackhead.
I wish this area had a Cinnabon. One of those would be so great right now. Or even a bakery. I'm sure there is one here somewhere, but I haven't ventured out to find it. Actually I need to get quite a few things, like facial soap. What the hell do my roommates do, eat it?
I heard from my parents today. They are doing very fine. My cousin Bridget made Major in the Air Force and is in the process of moving to the DC area to begin work at the Pentagon.
Her husband, I've met once, but in the wedding program, he put how he will miss 'smokin blunts with his homies'.
Why the fuck would you put that in your fucking wedding pamplet?
Bruce is going to visit me at the end of June. And I will go back with him, then Opie and I will go to Chicago, I think.
He is dying to visit Greek Mike, who is always interesting to talk to. Talking to him sometimes is like seeing the entire spectrum of idealism in his pretty brown eyes.
Alluring, because it's in a hot package, but off-putting also.
Bah. Roommate up.
I mean, do you just wake up one morning and think, 'damn, this is over?' or do you go through a whole farce of years and realize it a decade later?
It's like dying by a hundred cuts.
I can't sleep tonight.
I took some vitamins earlier and it's given me the shakes.
I really wish I had some bread in the house.
Goddamn roommates do magic tricks with some of the food.
Or it might be all the tea I've drank today.
I think I want to move.
I loathe this apartment.
I could hear kids running upstairs and in the hallway and I wanted to take the broom and clothesline them, then sweep them into the street.
I can totally picture myself as being the mean old lady of the neighborhood in fifty years.
I've been looking in this area.. my requirements are:
washer/dryer in the apartment.
24hour fitness facility.
I would also like a nicer kitchen than the one I have now. My current one makes me cry, and they are soo not tears of joy.
I really, really need to go out and do some laundry today. And maybe get some decaf tea, because if I continue to take those vitamins and the amount of tea I drink, I'll shake like a crackhead.
I wish this area had a Cinnabon. One of those would be so great right now. Or even a bakery. I'm sure there is one here somewhere, but I haven't ventured out to find it. Actually I need to get quite a few things, like facial soap. What the hell do my roommates do, eat it?
I heard from my parents today. They are doing very fine. My cousin Bridget made Major in the Air Force and is in the process of moving to the DC area to begin work at the Pentagon.
Her husband, I've met once, but in the wedding program, he put how he will miss 'smokin blunts with his homies'.
Why the fuck would you put that in your fucking wedding pamplet?
Bruce is going to visit me at the end of June. And I will go back with him, then Opie and I will go to Chicago, I think.
He is dying to visit Greek Mike, who is always interesting to talk to. Talking to him sometimes is like seeing the entire spectrum of idealism in his pretty brown eyes.
Alluring, because it's in a hot package, but off-putting also.
Bah. Roommate up.
