like that dashboard guy.
May 5, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Right now I am twenty and I have a hole on my second toe from when I stepped on a paper clip earlier and I wonder if you are sleeping even though it’s not yet nine. Today is Cinco de Mayo and do you remember when I stayed home that one year and cried about it? Do you remember coming home drunk the next morning and asking me why I was wearing my pajama pants with the hedgehogs on them, the ones I wear when I’m sad? Do you remember?
Right now it is late and today is Thursday and I spent two hours today organizing my files into labeled folders on my computer because the idea of having unorganized files seemed so ridiculous that I needed to do something about it. I titled one “confessions from mozambique” but I thought it was insensitive and I’ve never been to Africa so I just called it “folder 3″. It doesn’t have a password on it.
Right now it is loud outside on the main street in town. People are yelling and I am getting pity calls from family members and I still need to know something from you.
