Something to Slit Your Wrists By - Part III
Rule number 2: Misery loves company
Despite our differences, Dee and I have one thing in common...Our willingness and ability to self destruct.
This morning Dee told me that she had always wanted to become a junkie but a bizarre fear of needles forced her to abandon that plan years ago. I told her that while being a junkie sounded romantic I could never get past the concept of shitting blood. Dee simply stared at me, revolted. She clearly doesn't remember pissing on the couch.
I've begun creating a list of my favourite words, a sort of dictionary of the damned. Dee suggested I write them on my wall like some bizarre avant garde art piece. I told her that that's for college poetry students. The same kind of people who make bookshelves from wood and cinder blocks and love to read Sylvia Plath.
Rule number 2: Misery loves company
Despite our differences, Dee and I have one thing in common...Our willingness and ability to self destruct.
This morning Dee told me that she had always wanted to become a junkie but a bizarre fear of needles forced her to abandon that plan years ago. I told her that while being a junkie sounded romantic I could never get past the concept of shitting blood. Dee simply stared at me, revolted. She clearly doesn't remember pissing on the couch.
I've begun creating a list of my favourite words, a sort of dictionary of the damned. Dee suggested I write them on my wall like some bizarre avant garde art piece. I told her that that's for college poetry students. The same kind of people who make bookshelves from wood and cinder blocks and love to read Sylvia Plath.
miss_shiva:
Just wanted to say hi and hope you have a good weekend 