kumquat

i am snoozy.
so motherfucking snoozy.

i've run away to ladner.
but ladner is scary.
i'll work my way into it i suppose.

yesterday.
yesterday i got to be helpful.
i measured.
i sawed.
i tried to hammer.
and i screwed.

crookedly and awkwardly.
but the best i could and i was proud.

i had a lovely partner in eddie for this.
and it was grand.

but so snoozy.
i just wanted to curl up on the bed and nod off right there.
but by the time i was home....
no sleep to be found.

chuck palahniuk books make me drip.
i'm so pleased with haunted.
short stories are the best.

i got my bank statement today.
oh deeear.
i won't be galavanting around buying things like yummy dinners and books until i can figure out some way to make money.
which is difficult since i'm not cleared to work.
and i can't recieve assistance.

bugger.
bugger.
bugger.

and taryn flaked out on me.
the whore.