August 4, 2012

• Skull Crotch, For the Look That Screams “I’m Dangerous”

  All this time, and I’m unbelievably relieved to be getting rid of the bed from hell. Damn thing’s ripped up all my cute panties. And all I have are cute panties, each with a big hole over my hip. It’s like they’ve been violated, but all it was was an over-enthusiastic broken spring. Blah.
  Well meaning people are just a hinderance when they try to help but don’t really know what they’re talking about. As a result, I almost spent an unnecessary amount of money because some redneck pointed out that the passenger side light was out on the jeep. And then he proceeded to list, for about ten minutes, what the problem could possibly be. After all that hassle, the light wasn’t out. I’d even pulled out the owner’s manual to look up how to replace the bulb. All Micah could do was thank him for pointing it out. And, if it hadn’t been this week, of all weeks, just before we move, with money as tight as it is, I don’t think I’d be so angry at the man’s blind stupidity.
  I’m trying to adjust to a daywalker’s schedule. It’s so hard when I’ve been working nightshift for three years. Right now I just want to sleep, but this is my usual bedtime, when most people are getting up. It’s like I’ve been living in Oz all this time, and I’m adjusting to earth habits. Where the hell are the flying monkeys?
  Final thought, before I give in to sleep: You cannot squeeze blood from a stone, and expect the stone not to crumble.

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