1. A disease, a disorder, or an ailment.
2. An unwholesome condition: the malady of discontent.
Stuck with Flesh...
Kelly and I broke up on the first. It was mutual.
Very mutual. Driving each other compleltly fucking insane up until that point.
Got back together with Julie within two days.
Yep. "Bitch. Impatient. Whore. Rebound. Selfish." Call it what you want. I finally got to do exactly what I wanted.
Kelly and I started to fight. A lot. Mean fights. You know.... Apathy is worse than hatred to me. Remember that to destroy me later, mm kay?
Kelly was offered an internship with Choice USA (pro-choice campaign) in Washington DC. Yeah. I know. Cool, ain't it? People say "Have a rockin' days," or "Peace out," when you get off the phone with them. Maaaaannn... That's so cool!
She moves to DC in two weeks. Yup. That's what I said.
I keep the apartment. I keep her furniture for a while. I chill. Get a day job. Julie comes over whenever she wants.
This is heaven, right?
Right?!
I'm getting exactly what I want, right?!?!?!
Someone fucking respond to me. I feel like blowing up and scattering the dead, fleshy pieces out to everyone that wants them. Wiat. Scratch that. I'll be stuck with lots and lots of pieces. Hrm...
This dependency of FedEx is driving me nuts. And knowing I'll be there at least two or three more years. Gawd.... That ramp area really is the step down into hell. It's politics. It's corruption. It's profit. It's hour cuts. It's many many rules. And it's lawyers. (i.e.: see corruption)
Anyway. Goddammit I need an Internet connection. Writing this small piece of bullshit has rather helped my mood.