The insurance company just phoned me and informed that I will have to pay around 800 dollars to fix the vehicle that got damaged. Holy shit. I'm fucked. Like really fucked. I will have to get some more hours teaching and work towards a goal or something. Or something? Or something! This is a financial crises. Fuck "or something". I need a plan. Fast, easy, lots of cash. Maybe I should pawn a bunch of my instruments or live on the beach, away from city cars, red lights, and insurance companies.
If Onlys
If only I hadn't piced up those peacock wings during that sentimental walk in the park with Rose. She found them aesthetic, so I brought them home only to have the cockroaches bury their larvae inbetween the feathers then hatch and eat most of the leg off the kitchen chair. From there, pidgeons roosted on top of the cupboards, swooping down when in need of a snack. The birds laid some eggs against the wall behind the living room couch. Rose took fancy to one of the birds and even though there was no proof that the eggs belonged to her bird, she insisted on looking after the blue nuggets.
"If only I hadn't met you, Tommy," she aid. "I could be doing something else. Instead, I'm looking after eggs."
"But how do you know those these eggs don't belong to another bird?"
"A girl knows her eggs," she said, and opened a newspaper with a pen in hand. "Excuse me, but I need to find a job."
But she would never look. I would fetch the paper out of the recycling bin after she left and the pictures of politicians and kids of the week would be drawn over over, scribbled with ink.
Wouldn't it be Best to Outlaw Interplanetary Kisses?
If so, then what would a first move be? A hand-grasp against the wrist of an alien filly, or would we need to skip past the lead-ups, the nuances of 'getting to know you'. Skip the foot massage and the cocktails, although we should keep the cocktails.
When the process is cropped, should we try and keep the new process in conversation with the old process, or do we move on? Do we take it from that moment after the kiss: a goose-grab munchken smile reaching out, eager to skip out on the humane, forget about the process or mores and carry out the convenience of prostitutes.
(C) copyright, 2004
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Posted by matty-b at May 11, 2004 11:50 AMShitty, babe. How could it possibly cost that much?? I hope they're not ripping you off, those rip-offers. Can you get a second opinion/estimate from somebody else?
Gah. I'm at school - just got off work an hour ago, and then I go to work at the other job in three hours. There has to be a better way to organize this.
(a hug from me to you)
Posted by: Joy at May 11, 2004 2:01 PMI swung by Subtext at about 3pm. We got out of class early, but you weren't there. Tim (Heather's Tim) is in my class.
But more about you. My class starts at 1:30pm. Could there be a way for us to 'hang out' before hand?
Is there?
IS THERE?!?!
Posted by: matt at May 11, 2004 7:12 PM