I was off of work today and had every intention of finishing one or both of the books I've been reading but instead started two more; books of essays that I've been skipping through all day, refusing to read them in order. (I'm SUCH a rebel, you know)
The fucking cable people were here again today. I caught an earful as I walked by the door, the hillbilly saleswoman trying to make the woman downstairs see that her life is not complete without HBO. I'm glad I didn't light the joint I had in my hand; sending a smoke signal downstairs that said "I'm home and will sign again thing to get you out of my drug den." What is it with these people? They don't go to everyone, just a few doors. They must really be tracking our credit cards. They know we read books. We are the enemy. We have forsaken Sex and the City.
The fucking cable people were here again today. I caught an earful as I walked by the door, the hillbilly saleswoman trying to make the woman downstairs see that her life is not complete without HBO. I'm glad I didn't light the joint I had in my hand; sending a smoke signal downstairs that said "I'm home and will sign again thing to get you out of my drug den." What is it with these people? They don't go to everyone, just a few doors. They must really be tracking our credit cards. They know we read books. We are the enemy. We have forsaken Sex and the City.
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Just butloads of dead trees and bright colours.
Cherry xox
Thanks for the words though, sweets
Cherry xox