I know this is so wasteful, buuuuut.
Month: November 2013
“Why can’t I dress up and be classy like the other girls?” she had whined.
We had a pretty elaborate conversation about this sort of scenario after I saw this.
Let’s just say I was inspired.
I’ve got an interview today for a job doing what I basically already do part-time, but paying me freaking 3 times what I’m getting now.
I’m so nervous I’m shaking but holy crap. I’d love to get out of the place I’m currently at, I’m getting underpaid for the amount of work I’m doing, the hours are absurd and unpredictable and their idea of a raise is almost laughable.
Someone in my program told me I look like her today. I don’t necessarily agree, but dayum I’ll take it.
I miss the summer, when he’d take me to the park sometimes and we’d find somewhere grassy and still and quiet. I miss closing my eyes and smelling just how green the grass was, being teased about my dirty feet. I miss how -when at the slightest suggestion that someone was coming I would bolt up and tug my skirt down – he told me that even if I was a little bit of a scaredy-cat, I was still a little floozy.
Daddy and I have a little plan to remedy the fact that I’ve never felt a real hitachi
One month one month one month from todayyyy.
“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near.” – ee cummings.
