white denim jacket
say no more, i understand

the thing is, these conversational paraplegics generally mean well, they are in the 'nasty' bucket....but god all fucking mighty, the minutiae of their everyday existence bores a fist sized hole into my brain.

every
fucking
day

the only respite i get is when the girl falls out with the manchild, usually over something so trivial it can't even be verbalised, but she tries....and usually succeeds, before falling into a catatonic daze and doesn't speak for hours on end...but twitches her third hand, thats her phone, every 10 seconds, presumably waiting on a sign that he still loves her.


*exhales*
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:40, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

it sounds as though we are going through the same thing
but with a different cause. I feel your pain. This temporary respite which I am going through is making work bearable.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:43, Reply)