Apr 092008

No more Collin. No more Bob. All I have in my company now during these long nights are Eleanore’s scissors and loud rap music;  Kim’s incessant complaining and motorcycle discourse.

Look how sad those chairs are! Just sitting there, no one to move their wheels, static and empty. EMPTY. EMPTY LIKE MY HEART.

I might kill myself. Or find another job. Right now I’m too lazy to achieve either, so probably I’ll just whine a lot about being bored and alone and abandoned.

You know, the usual.

  4 Responses to “UTTERLY ALONE”

  1. It is too quiet!

    When Eleanore clips coupons, I fear for my life.

  2. i’m sorry!!!

Say it don't spray it.

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