Location: a beige sofa
Music: can’t think of the right words to say
Secretary: It’s that bitch Janet from Bill’s office on the phone. Man, I can’t…
Me: (interrupting) Please tell me she’s on hold!
Her: I’m not you, Logan…
Me: Hey, what…?
Her: (turning back to phone, singsongy) Helloooo Janet, Logan’s right here. Please wait? (turning to me, flatly) Bitch, line one.
The first of the month is always…stressful. I have to write five-figures worth of checks every first of the month:
- office rent
- equipment costs
- car payments
- credit cards
The Devil’s laughing in my head all the damn time.
Got home close to ten that night and a redhead I was seeing stopped by to drop off something so I invited her in for some rum.
Her: I’m just killing time with him. He tells me things like he misses me and I just don’t wanna hear it. At least the extra-curricular activities’re interesting. Most of the time.
Me: And the other times?
Her: I fake it.
Her: I’ve got things to do! (pause) Y’know, he doesn’t even drink. I mean he lets me drink but…
Me: Man, that’s like giving yourself a roofie.
Her: (laughs) I suppose it is. So…tell me about Heartgirl.
Speaking of Heartgirl, saw her on Thursday.
Her: I think I’m afraid of being in a relationship.
Me: Yeah. I know what you mean.
Her: I hate your taste in music. (pause) But I like you.
Me: (shrugging) Works for me.
YASYCTAI: Clean the bathroom; you know it needs it. (30 mins / 1pt)