[in this two bedroom tomb i'm sitting all alone with the television static and refrigerator drone. i'm waiting for those blessed arms that seem to wrap around me six or seven times. praying for them to come home. i could cut myself to pass the time. haven't felt anything in days.]

actually, he's asleep. seems to be a constant in my life. i've got a little time to waste. seems like ages since i've typed out my thoughts. i'm not exactly sure how i got here. this new place. the curtainless windows... shadows... new noises. sleeping at night has become somewhat of a chore. there have been many chores lately, though. i'm late for the laundromat. maybe someone will steal my clothes and i wont have to fold them. i guess i can start where i left off... which was... fall i guess. yeah... nothing really happened. nothing new. now there's snow and a new apartment and lots of dishes and movies to watch. [if i don't go get the clothes now, i never will...]


so... over an hour and four loads of laundry later i've decided that i'd rather shower than write about the nothing that i've been doing for the past two months. sorry to the idiots who read my blog.

- posted by angela @ 2:23 AM