Sorry you have to hear about it. Believe me, I would rather be telling my boyfriend but, oh wait, I DON"T HAVE ONE!!! No, instead, I'm like married to Applebee's, and Rich. He's pretty much this guy.
All my friends are going off and getting married and this world is just passing me by like I'm looking out the back window of a car.
I had one really weird table today. A bunch of these people from out of town came in. They had to because they pretty much talked out of their noses. I almost laughed out loud when one of them said that they wanted their salad dressing "AAHN" the side. I mean you really don't have to crinkle your nose that much when you say the word "on." They had to have been on vacation but they weren't all related because they all paid on separate checks and had different last names on their credit cards. This tall guy with kinda long brown hair paid for the homeless guy. He talked a lot, but it wasn't normal crazy homeless talk, or at least they didn't act like it was. They were paying attention like he had something important to say. Weird.
And that was my excitement for the day. Watching a bunch of crazy vacationers listen to a homeless guy for an hour. I never get to be part of any stories. nothing exciting ever happens to me. My whole scope is too small. My friends are too small. My dreams are too small. Or maybe I'm looking in the wrong place. I don't know, I just feel like anytime I try to make a change, there is something boxing me in and I'm too afraid to knock it over. Oh, well.
Here's to doing it all again tomorrow.
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I know just what you mean, that's why I'm building my own city.
I'm not cutting myself off the world or anything; I mean I mean the agricultural support and the sewage system, the clean running water (though I do have one of those Britta pitchers --I liked the name, and my daughter is pretty as a pitcher, crystal clear little gal --I'm in no hurry to have other kinds of children, let me tell you, so for now it's just my sweet little Clarity Britta).
As I was saying, I don't want to be living AAHN the side (I'm saying that just for you) of the curb or anything, so as long as I get my power, my food, my water from where it comes from now if not from better places, I'm moving in to my own city, the City of Margaret
and that's where I live, that's my whole address, the way I address this body, this mansion, this penthouse mind of mine.
You can be one of my first quests.
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