pretty baby

fifty-two times four, plus fifty-two divided by two and then times by four, again. That's how many JuJuBees are in a box; I counted while I hide from my mother in the thorny bushes beside our house on the golfcourse. I waited for two hours at least and those men with their ranger flags gave me dirty looks for smoking on the fence--hey, it's public property and I was here first, man!

No, I won't mind filling your tank, you need 30$ more than I do. I'll pay for the cigarettes, too, because we both need those very badly. Drinks? Sure, I'm thirsty, as well. The smoke makes my throat raspy and we tend to cough sporadically throughout the day. That's what one of my teachers said yesterday "your attendence is sporadic for a leadership member" So I skipped the day after and now I'm feeling that wasn't the smartest idea I've had in a while. Open House is tomorrow and I get my new schedule---fucked up like my grades and the so-called 'issue' with an ex-boyfriend who can barely stand to look at me, but everyone says he wishes he could.

The beach will be sandy, I'll hate it--it'll be hot, I'll sweat and have to wear a stupid bikini with fleur-de-lis' on it around jacob, his best friend. Homecoming sounds more exciting, but I'll still go with jake because he asked me to and I owe travis a day to hang out...i've ditched them since Paul broke up with me. I draw the line at homecoming. I'm not going. I'd rather pluck my eyebrows with bitcher knives. srsly.

Hillbilly day sounds like something I did in pre-school. Twin Day was an activity we had for eighth grade week at St. Charles. Retro Day? Why---that was Bishop Moore's Homecoming theme...last year. Way to keep up, Edgewater, epic fail, as always. The only day I'll do is red and white party---those sound inviting. It'll almost be like black and gold day, but obviously with different colors.

My rasberry bars are beeping and suddenly, I'm a cookster! Happy six months, pretty baby.

"There's a light on in Chicago
and I know I should be home.
All the colors of the streetlights;
they remind of the pick-up truck
out in front of your neighbors house.

You want apologies
girl you might hold your breathe
until your breathing stops. Forever
the only thing you'll get
is this curse on your lips
I hope they taste of me. Forever."