Mikey is in the hospital tonight. I don't know what to do with myself. He should be home tomorrow but my mind is making me feel like he's gone forever and now what am I going to do without him? I spent from 9-5 in the hospital today, that's like a REAL job. Waiting, waiting and waiting. I read gossip magazines from 2008 and studied everybody else ( Read more... )

This afternoon, it was raining. It was a relief. Already, the summer fucking swelters. And it's only November/Spring whatever. Yesterday, we drove out to Wilberforce. Oh my god. So hot out there. You go out west, and your eyes turn to raisins. Shriveling in their sockets. But we went there to check out the beds at Empire beds. I couldn't tell from ( Read more... )

Mikey walked Earl home because he was sloppy.

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James Freud - rest in peace

You don't know what pawpaw is? Oh my! Maybe you call it something else?


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Ahhhhhh I dunno about that job interview. First I had to sit there, in Ruby's borrowed blazer and black mary-janes, with my resume folder on my lap and watch the melbourne cup in the waiting room with a guy who must have hurt his bum or his back from the look on his face, and a blond couple with a squirming baby I thought was going to roll right ( Read more... )

Today is gloomy and quiet. I can't tell if it's raining. If it is it's not heavy or I'd hear it on the tin roof. I only hear the constant distant rumble of heavy trucks. And music from the radio in the factory. I can hardly ever make out what song it is from up here. It's just noise. Oh, AND the aeroplanes (of course). Today I only brushed my hair ( Read more... )

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The dead trying to make contact with the living. That's what this is all about? Yah I'd be putting some mask over my face so no dead scary person could touch me on the shoulder or anything say 'hey peta how's it hanging?!'