spoiled feathers dont care. im not really sure why i had to write this tonight.. HAD to. ive been fighting with uploading pictures to somewhere but not really anywhere. im not sure what made me think id find something worthy in this five minutes as opposed to the past month that ive had no image on my site. i blame it all on the time change. the time change that i woke up to this morning and thought it was a cruel april fools joke played on me by the people who run the cable preview channel. the preview channel doesnt lie. i shouldve known that. if they say its an hour later than it was yesterday.. than it is. i was an hour and 20 minutes late for work. hee. so the picture i wanted to post was of the hallway outside the apartment door.. theres feathers all down the stairs two flights..leading all the way outside.. this is my reality. i used to think about neighbors alot.. when i lived in san francisco we convinced ourselves our neighbors were crack selling vampires.. it seems far fetched now.. haha. but they were dragging large trashbags (bodies) out in the middle of the night tossing them in a van and driving off.. anyone who peers at you through a crack in the door is suspect.. i dont think about my neighbors here. i dont want to. theres one girl i smile at.. and the asian guy whos bed is against ians wall who wants us dead.. thats who i know. i cant even think up a creative story for the feathers because the people here arent creative.. they dont even deserve my imagination.. it was probably the end to a drunken party.. where some girl got naked. girls and beer. go boston.. go trust fund college babys. * the front door thats supposed to be for security..that used to involve a key seems to have lost all its glass to some unfortunate incident.. now you can pretend you in a bad movie and stick your hand through the frame and open it from theother side.. itd be more exhilarating if there were a pile of glass still on the ground to kick aside as you did it.. dramatic effect and all.. im guessing the glass mishap probably did not involve the feathers. the other week there was a burned carcass of a pillow and more feathers outside.. i think someone has sleep deprivation.
i love breaking things at work..where everyone stares at you for a split second.. but no one looks twice.. no one comes to see if youre ok even though you know that crash echoed through the entire place.. the girl whos balloons you were getting out at the time doesnt even ask if youre ok.. or even say ouch that sucks. thanks. thanks twice. * someones alarm went off in the distance. someones waking up. and im going to sleep. i wonder who they are. but who the hell am i? im tired. im delusional.. and i cant even spell that word. im going to sleep if im not there already. |