Best before:

Leaving the living: and hanging out with my fingers. Spending the new year’s night alone with myself and my self. Listen to me – begin to flee.

A day to erase

History of a day to simply erase: a whole morning spent waiting for your turn in a hospital. A diagnosis not too serious, but embarassing. It causes me a stress. So I had too little time for the lunch I had planned with a guy. And we didn’t have lunch together. Had lunch alone. A McChicken Menu (as usual) with deluxe potatoes. The floor is full of people; I ask some chicks if I can sit at their table and think while they silly speak. Asbestos fibers from everyone’s mouth; at 3 pm I have an English class. Gotta sit on the umbrella stand because I’m late. And while I go to the following class, I meet my ex. There are some days you’d simply like to erase. But you end up finding yourself writing what has happened in a blog. Didn’t you want to…?