junkeragentseed

you left out my favorite part, by the way.

okay, maybe there's a woman somewhere
who's still thinking of me
or a girl with coal black hair
who's haunted in her dreams
but what they've seen, it wasn't me
it's just some lie they slept beside
yeah, i kept this from them
but i can't keep this from you.

-conor

so, for fifteen minutes this morning, i had my dream temp-to-possibly-permanent job, in the mail room of amazon.com. there were hardly any people in the building, it paid eleven dollars an hour, it seemed like there was hardly any work to do, and it was two miles from my house. then they decided they didn't need me at that location, and sent me to another one at pac med. then, the people there decided they didn't need me at all, and sent me home. maybe next week, they say. i sat in the lobby waiting for the shuttle to take me back to my car and it was raining and i was listening to bright eyes for the first time in a while, and i felt like everything in my life was irreparably fucked. like maybe every decision i've made in life has been a bad one.

in fact, i still kind of feel that way. life, be un-fucked.

p.s. if you've been in my car recently and you're missing a pair of headphones, let me know.