The pen breaks underneath my uninspired fingers and the ink flows in the cracks of my hands like a river rupturing through a damn.
Crap. Now I have to go to Walmart for more pens. And its way too hot outside. Fuckin Texas summers. And I hate Walmart. And yet I find myself going there almost everyday. Go figure. When my mother gave birth to me here in America she didn't know that they inject capitalism into your veins right after they cut the umbilical cord. And she wonders why my bank account is always in the red. You shoulda had me in Luxenbourg, ma. Yeesh.
I get up to go to the restroom to wash the blue from my palms. How am I going to turn on the faucet without getting ink all over the nozzles? I could put soap on first but then the bar would get blue smears all over as well.
This is what us in the literary world would call a 'conundrum'? I don't even know if I spelled that right but I never won any spelling bees. That's what I get for trying to sound smart. Ok, I won't try to do it amymore..cross my heart and hope to have writer's block. Or in my case 'writers-Great-Wall-of-China".
Ok, my little brother and sister wanted to play LIFE. Board games are good for their social development, I guess so I agree. It actually ends up being pretty fun. Especially when we discover the trick to winning is buying all the stocks and the best occupation is a police officer. All in all, its a good game. What other game can you marry a lesbian without question (except the glances my bro and sis were giving eachother--what's wrong with two pink people in a orange car anyhow?) who can have a set of twin boys with the roll of the dice and get $25 grand for adopting a dog.
There's these mosquito bites all over me because with Texas sized summers come Texas sized mosquitoes. I look like I have chicken pox-squared. Gross, huh? haha But kinda funny too.
Alright. Sit back down. Start all over again.
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