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After school I went to work.
Works in 'termination' mode, meaning mystery shoppers and surprise health inspector visits.
I'm pretty sure that holes in my shoes and be being sockless violates some kind of code.
When I got home there was a note.
My current roommate packed his shit and left.
Am I that hard to live with?
I don't even do anything, I sit here, then leave once I find something to do.
That about sums up my entire life in the apartment.
I'm not actually here long enough to eat, or make a mess.
I smoke, sit here, shower occasionally, sleep and leave.
I'm going to find a new place to live.
A fresh start, no more memories in my face all the time.
I went to visit Heather and to see Freddy's kittens.
They got this huge scary dog now, it barks a lot.
I called the mental health counselor at my school.
I cried a whole lot, and she told me to email my teachers.
Too much fucking garbage all at once.
To solve the problem, I drank a quart.
I also called a few apartments, I have an appointment to go see one on Sunday at 2 30.
I went to visit Matt Blanchard, we watched bits of the Degrassi movie.
On the way back to Leah's I poured out a rum and coke.
The words 'HEY YOU' from an approaching patrol car caused me to run.
I mean RUN too, like full on freak out, being chased by a serial killer running.
We went to the show at Reflections.
I got bored of the whole thing and headed to Bearly's by myself.
I conned 3 people into buying me drinks, awesome.
Mixing liquors is just what I needed.
I sang White Rabbit pretty much by myself since New Wave didn't know the words.
I dragged Nathan and Katie to Reflections for the Scribbler set.
I danced so much it was ridiculous.
Jumping around, screaming the words, laughing, and just dancing.
God I love dancing, I love being free, and dancing is all about free.
When I walked into Bearly's, Savannah was there.
We talked and I told her all my bullshit and she gave me hugs.
I went to a friend's house afterwards, I didn't want to be in this huge apartment by myself.
Things were said, I was bold for the first time.
I got shot down, lesson learned yo.
I keep fucking my budget in the ass with cabs.
I guess the free drinks kind of balance it out.
I got home and just cried forever, not because of one specific thing, just a combination of everything.
This fucking counselor better fix me.
FIIIIIIIIIIX ME.
Stephen told me everybody does the same crazy shit I do, or atleast he has.
Stephen is going to take me out to lunch, he'll be funny, I'll laugh.
Works in 'termination' mode, meaning mystery shoppers and surprise health inspector visits.
I'm pretty sure that holes in my shoes and be being sockless violates some kind of code.
When I got home there was a note.
My current roommate packed his shit and left.
Am I that hard to live with?
I don't even do anything, I sit here, then leave once I find something to do.
That about sums up my entire life in the apartment.
I'm not actually here long enough to eat, or make a mess.
I smoke, sit here, shower occasionally, sleep and leave.
I'm going to find a new place to live.
A fresh start, no more memories in my face all the time.
I went to visit Heather and to see Freddy's kittens.
They got this huge scary dog now, it barks a lot.
I called the mental health counselor at my school.
I cried a whole lot, and she told me to email my teachers.
Too much fucking garbage all at once.
To solve the problem, I drank a quart.
I also called a few apartments, I have an appointment to go see one on Sunday at 2 30.
I went to visit Matt Blanchard, we watched bits of the Degrassi movie.
On the way back to Leah's I poured out a rum and coke.
The words 'HEY YOU' from an approaching patrol car caused me to run.
I mean RUN too, like full on freak out, being chased by a serial killer running.
We went to the show at Reflections.
I got bored of the whole thing and headed to Bearly's by myself.
I conned 3 people into buying me drinks, awesome.
Mixing liquors is just what I needed.
I sang White Rabbit pretty much by myself since New Wave didn't know the words.
I dragged Nathan and Katie to Reflections for the Scribbler set.
I danced so much it was ridiculous.
Jumping around, screaming the words, laughing, and just dancing.
God I love dancing, I love being free, and dancing is all about free.
When I walked into Bearly's, Savannah was there.
We talked and I told her all my bullshit and she gave me hugs.
I went to a friend's house afterwards, I didn't want to be in this huge apartment by myself.
Things were said, I was bold for the first time.
I got shot down, lesson learned yo.
I keep fucking my budget in the ass with cabs.
I guess the free drinks kind of balance it out.
I got home and just cried forever, not because of one specific thing, just a combination of everything.
This fucking counselor better fix me.
FIIIIIIIIIIX ME.
Stephen told me everybody does the same crazy shit I do, or atleast he has.
Stephen is going to take me out to lunch, he'll be funny, I'll laugh.
posted by Lindsay at 10/20/2005
2 Comments:
Its good to know someone is out there and gives a shit. Thanks for the compliments, I'm glad I come through as intelligent and not just a silly little girl.
Things will look up, I know they will. Thanks for your concern and for indulging my curiousity about who reads this.
Lindsay.
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