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things are a little edgy at the Diva's mondo condo, nowadays. not that i ever see her, except for once a month... maybe that. little shit... like mentioning that she wishes to keep a "shoe-free" place. meaning, i have to remove my shoes and leave them at the door when i get in. in the pitch black. i was going to keep the bike there... not unless i wipe the tires down, first. understandable, but a bit much. hey, it's not my house. i'll really take offense when there's newspapers on the carpet where i walk. or that awful plastic wrap around the furniture, like they used to use on car seats. maybe it's getting time for me to vacate, before i'm asked. hmmm... and i don't ACT like the Swamp Thing. i'll be so glad when i'm through this Mart1n Am1s book. utterly depressing. as if all of life is about manipulation, decay, decompostion. really fucks the morning up, and the rest of the day with it. fuck, if i had to devote every living moment to the abyss, i'd never want to wake up. such happy reading material to indulge in, lately. well... miss diva's in a shitty little mood at work, too. i attempted to politely inquire about how she was feeling, only to receive the snap of alligator jaws. sca-rew this. people are leaving this place like rats leaving a sinking ship (Pam knows exactly what i'm talking about). another english buddy packing in for the return flight. the newly breast-augmented gal gone for home-land security. there's a vacuum where all of the people were. ghosts impressions on the light. and here i sit. there's a plaque in my immediate future for length of employment. funny how this wall decoration shares the same name as the dreaded decay layer on the teeth... and the crap that stops up your arteries. kind of an obvious analogy. ho, hum. getting time to pack it in, make the trip back home... and prepare for dj action in the evening. and the next day. DC on saturday? (miss jane specifically wants to go... panic attacks and all). i'll be courting a major flop on the ass whenever the day comes. |
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