i knew the love wasn't going to last very long. it didn't. i was too close to tearing off my stupid nametag and telling them to fuck off and walking out of the store today. too close. the barely-there paychecks, sad to say, kept my mouth shut.
but now i have two days off, and since i don't have the luxury of yoga lessons or the mindset of, say, a zen monk, i'll resort to listmaking to usher in december.
let it be
only one month left of a year i'll be glad to leave behind | writing letters to him about canada | talking things out with tatiana, laughing and having cigarettes over the phone | trading tapes with matt | rainchecked drinks with ed soon | no work for two days | trans am and of montreal this weekend | lusting after the biography of london | chicagoboy and joeboy and that's it | tatiana coming to see me at work this afternoon | phone call and love from my grandmother | piroulines | james taylor | oliver wood | voicemail from fritz, who i miss tremendously
