Thursday, April 15, 2010
The public phone is right outside my office. I did not know that the angst sign was installed outside my door. Every day, there's one of our workers who makes angsty calls to his girlfriend(s). Holy shit, I wanna get this kid a notebook and a coffee punch card and tell him to get thee to a coffee shop. He has volumes to write in his journal. Everyday, it's these sad, dark calls to someone who won't see him that day, won't see him enough, answer his calls or dissed him in some way shape or form. There's never any bright bits like, "Hey! I saw a robin!" Or "I'm about to eat some ice cream!" You'd think in a place that sells ice cream for the ice cream trucks, you could drum up a tiny ray of sunshine. No wonder that chica don't wanna see you, you're too dark and serious. Lighten up, hon. Oh and hang up the phone correctly so I don't hear that waaa waaa sound of the phone left off the hook. You make me and the phone cry a little every damn day.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Some people sing goofy songs from commercials that comfort them. I just like a human voice. It was actually a bag of Old Dutch chips, made in my neighborhood for me.
And you thought they were only for eating.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
That this is it, that this is the end of the road.
Promise, pinky swear, with a lawyer, with a witness. In a court, before god on a bible.
Promise me with all your heart.
Promise that everything will be restored as it was. You'll hand me the keys and I'll get my life back. In full. Promise.
Promise me, guarantee it, write it in blood. Promise that I'll get my body back, I'll get me back.
Swear it on the moon, on your mother's grave. "I promise, Debora, that this will work."
Say it. Say that you promise me.
You won't, will you?