smile and take an awkward bow.

having a cold when it’s beautiful outside is the worst thing in the world i think.
i’ve been coughing for hours and lazing around my house staring randomly at shit. i haven’t been this sick in a while. i’m leaving soon but of course it still feels like it’s never going to happen. i have a list tacked to my wall of shit i must accomplish before i leave. plugging away at it like a champ. crossing things off here and there.
and i digress…
i hate the bank. not because it’s some sort of rich dudes ploy to rule the world. whatever. we all know that. i hate the bank because the fucking machine ate my card as i stared astonished into the screen to see that i had two hundred extra dollars i didn’t know about. it was like ‘please press a key if you’d like more time’ and as i pressed it it was like ‘we are retaining your card for security purposes’ and it ate it. fucker. i mean, i see how that system could be useful. had i been attacked i would have been relieved that my mystery money had remained untouched but i wasn’t. i was just standing there, like an idiot, tearing my paycheque off the stub and putting it into an envelope. so now i have to go into a bank on the one day it’s open this fucking holiday with a bunch of disgruntled people. i find most people in public are just generally disgruntled. it’s a good word. disgruntled in the bank, disgruntled at the ferry, disgruntled in the video store.
mabye i’ll just sneeze all over the teller as she eyes my photo id unsure if it’s me or not. thats the problem with hairdye, dreadlocks and glasses. no one ever believes me.

what i feel like right now.