gomez

gomez. that's not my name.






but that doesn't mean i don't miss you.

i did get a new job. i forgot to tell you! but it's in the food industry.

and i have bronchitis.

i've been so good, going to the gym, bringing home the soy bacon.

now i just coughcoughcough and drink tea. so bored.

i graduated college. i was all excited about starting this new found adult-hood-business.

and then it occurred to me. i have the most pointless degree ever. fiction writing? dear sir/madam, please hire me, i can write you stories. and... edit. sort of.

oh damn. 4 years of fail.

dear chicago-
how about giving me a job. you won't employ me at a grocery store. you won't employ me at a gas station. i can't get a job at subway. ANYONE can get a job at subway.
i'm 6 hours from a BA. i'm friendly and a hard worker. i don't snort coke.
and i would really like to pay my rent.
pretty please?...
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sure don't ever check this site anymore.
complete failure.









so. how are you?

i've been silent silent silent. absent.


my hard drive took a long drop and a sudden stop. every word i've ever written. seven years of polished shiny work. all my words. they're gone.







i have nothing to wake up for. back at the beginning is exhausting.

update: consider him seduced.





also. it's christmas. i got a camera. i've no clue how to use it, but i plan to do so everyday. expect little, hope for genius.

how was your christmas? did you get everything and everyone you wanted? i certainly hope so.

boys.

pretend you've got morals. pretend you're 26. pretend i'm seducing you, and you are my roommate's coworker. any chance i'll get laid?





girls.

pretend you're my cuter, younger, larger chested roommate. pretend i am seducing your coworker/friend. just how pissed will you be?





no really. you've got three days. by then it'll all be over, anyhow.

i am hopeless and you are so far away and i haven't the stomach or the constitution for text message commitment.

though your words still seduce, i wonder what i can possibly offer, which is why my words, my own words, have stopped tip-toeing in your direction. cautious as they may have been, they have run scared at the prospect of dazzling you. which i...
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