Tuesday, 11 December 2012
06:04:48 PM (GMT)
My little tailless kitten, Bobby, is sitting here with me and cuddling with a piece
of candy corn while I sit around waiting for the clouds to break open in my head.
I have to sing the national anthem tonight. At a basketball game. We'll all go into
the gym and sing, "Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light, the home of the
And then the skinny, sweaty, frantic-faces athletes will march out and scatter, and
start playing, and Keili and I will leave, and we'll go somewhere where there is
Then he'll insist on buying me something to eat and I'll say no because if he pays
for it I will feel guilty for not eating it. So I'll order black coffee and try to
stay empty until he force feeds me and I'll cough and sputter and choke on the food
while he records all this in his scientific journal. My eating habits are a science
project to him, something to study and ponder and frown about.
And then I'll get home and stress because my geometry exam is in the morning and I'm
not ready at all.
And then I'll hyperventilate.
And then I'll go in the bathroom and open my veins.
My life is getting so fucking predictable.