Shit Platter
Sometimes life hands you a shit platter and holds a gun to your head until you swallow the last bite. I feel like I’ve been eating at the same restaurant for a fucking month. I keep getting feed the shit platter. I keep swallowing. In my head I tell myself that it soon will be over. Something will come through. Just keep trying. Hold your up head and work harder. Keep working harder and life will work out. Someday I may just get served a nice juicy New York strip with a fine glass of red wine. This is the picture I have in my head. I hope that my hard work pays off in the end. I hope I’m not wasting my fucking life away. I hope I can make something out of this.
I think my summer may well be ruined. I’m thankful for air conditioning because I will probably hide all summer long in my poorly lit apartment with my dog and the glow of my macbook to keep me company.
Add comment May 14th, 2007 at 06:39pm John
