i went to renew my library card because
a) im sick of buying books to bring to class knowing that i will only read them ONCE
b) i now have a two hour break which i will enjoy being on the internet.
the librarian at the counter said
"obviously you are under 18"
kiss my ass bitch
is what i wanted to say, instead i said
"i am very much over 18"
then i am teaching and teaching and teaching
i let the kids out
and a lady who had been watching the class though the window which she has NO buisness doing since she had no kids in the class sais
"what are you like 12?"
fuck you
is what i wanted to say
but instead i said,
"its been over 12 years since i was 12 years old"
tickets for jarvis cocker are purchased
im going to make myself blow up with excitement.
my hair is a faded poof ball.
my laundry pile is looking at me angry-ly
"wash me" it says
im watching "hannah and her sisters" which is secretly my favorite movie of all time.
i want to kiss hannah on the lips and tell her how i watched her reading a book on her bed and fell in love with her.
i want to tell her how much jelousy i feel towards her for having sisters.
i want to hold her and tell her she does not need all those men.
i want to serve her coffee and fight over its freshness.
sometimes i want to live in a book.
morning only makes me wish for night.
and night makes me dread the morning.
make it stop.
a) im sick of buying books to bring to class knowing that i will only read them ONCE
b) i now have a two hour break which i will enjoy being on the internet.
the librarian at the counter said
"obviously you are under 18"
kiss my ass bitch
is what i wanted to say, instead i said
"i am very much over 18"
then i am teaching and teaching and teaching
i let the kids out
and a lady who had been watching the class though the window which she has NO buisness doing since she had no kids in the class sais
"what are you like 12?"
fuck you
is what i wanted to say
but instead i said,
"its been over 12 years since i was 12 years old"
tickets for jarvis cocker are purchased
im going to make myself blow up with excitement.
my hair is a faded poof ball.
my laundry pile is looking at me angry-ly
"wash me" it says
im watching "hannah and her sisters" which is secretly my favorite movie of all time.
i want to kiss hannah on the lips and tell her how i watched her reading a book on her bed and fell in love with her.
i want to tell her how much jelousy i feel towards her for having sisters.
i want to hold her and tell her she does not need all those men.
i want to serve her coffee and fight over its freshness.
sometimes i want to live in a book.
morning only makes me wish for night.
and night makes me dread the morning.
make it stop.