burialrabbits

I put another quarter into the machine, which makes this hour worth anotheruntil that ones up, too. But its anybodys guess. I've very little change left, and my time is running out, and I've nowhere to turn when this is all over. When the rent is due, when they stop coming over. I imagine its quite negligible now to try faking an understanding. Oh, and the funeral? It was a disaster. Barely anybody cried, flowers looked ten weeks old, and the pastor fucked up his speech, causing not a few of the funeral-goers to let grins escape. Its the last time I work with that chapel when my friends are dead, thats for sure. Ill take my reservations to someone else.