Once upon a time, a girl and her mother became almost obsessed with paper dolls, and these are their attempts at taking those stories, and making sense out of them....
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
2391 I buried myself so heavily into my work that my daily routine consisted of waking up, drinking an energy shake, work, another energy shake, and sleep. When they wouldn't let me work, I started running, and decided that I didn't need a car, I sold it quickly. Now my daily routine consisting of waking, running and the energy shake, work, another run, a small dinner, and sleep. Concerned, My boss told me I could either take a vacation, or find another job. I told her I would take the vacation, and she told me that she would see me in two weeks. It had felt like a year since I had seen him last, it had only been a week. I was a mess, I had fallen for him, just like I told myself I wouldn't. Eagle hadn't tried to call, or visit. I had red roses delivered to his house, and anywhere else I thought he might be. I had instructed them that if he wasn't there or expected to be there that they should be delivered to his home. Each bunch contained a note saying: Eagle, I'm sorry. I love you, please come see me, I'll be at home, I hope you haven't lost the key... I miss you -- Marijuana. In an hour I recieved a call from the florist, letting me know that all of the roses had been delivered to his home. All I could do now is wait. I am not good at waiting, I left a note on the door: I'll be back shortly, Marij. and went for a run, I must have run about 100 miles by the time he came. I walked in, hoping to see him; and there he was. I couldn't have been happier than I was at that moment. He was looking at the contents of my kitchen, all that I had in there was fruit, some vegetables, whatever it was that I put into those energy drinks I'd been living off of. 'You're not taking very good care of yourself.' he said, turning towards me. 'no' I replied, I walked over to the refridgerator, pulling out yet another energy drink. 'I've missed you so much.'
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