temporary
2008-04-13 5:12 a.m.

i'm grossly behind on my short shorts (little pieces of fiction, not little trousers). it's been a busy week, with several folks in town: parents, editors, boys back in.

please accept this bowl of homemade applesauce as an apology.

in other nonfiction news, i must get a job and write a novel; rubbing alcohol temporarily takes away bug bite itching; if i stay in gainesville i will never find love; our condo neighbors got into a fistfight amongst themselves tonight; i'm embarrassed to be turning 24 in may, and why am i still awake?

throwing items off the roof temporarily takes away the sting of a temporarily hopeless existence.

i've discovered so much these past few years about my best traits, my worst traits. i'm a quick learner, but i'm slow to apply the skills. i'm working on this one: unless an exit is within sight, don't do anything drastic. at least not in public. cars are ideal.

my car's interior has seen it all, and it will continue to be the only true witnesses, until it's time to write that letter i've been planning, you know, that one where i describe what my fuzzy gray car seats have felt, and i sketch out the scene of me gripping the wheel.