I am in the twilight zone...going through detox or something....dreaming, maybe?
What the Hell-o(!) is going on?! My apartment is eerily calm, lit only by two lamps. All three roommates, out of town or asleep. Here I sit, surrounded by pattern paper and cheez-it's. My mug is almost empty, only a sip of cold coffee left in the bottom. Benny Goodman croons from the t.v., "My Blue Heaven." I just got an e-mail from an old "friend" asking how old I am now...What kind of question is this?! I know it's hard to believe, but I am STILL four years younger than you, Kind Fellow, just as I was for the four years we were a thing. A symtom of short term memory? I don't even know...(Seriously, Clive)...and so, no response. What is it with me and men? My life is a wierd comedy show-I should turn myself in to the producers of Lifetime. HA!
But, just in case Clive gets wind of this post, your voice from the past is four months shy of 22, about to jet off to the big city that has been calling her name since that infamous summer, and is still waiting patiently, untainted by any, since strawberry wine. People will think what they wish...ignore them and eventually they will disappear. Life is grand, and full of mystery.
This is Pearl, signing out, folks.
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent.
What the Hell-o(!) is going on?! My apartment is eerily calm, lit only by two lamps. All three roommates, out of town or asleep. Here I sit, surrounded by pattern paper and cheez-it's. My mug is almost empty, only a sip of cold coffee left in the bottom. Benny Goodman croons from the t.v., "My Blue Heaven." I just got an e-mail from an old "friend" asking how old I am now...What kind of question is this?! I know it's hard to believe, but I am STILL four years younger than you, Kind Fellow, just as I was for the four years we were a thing. A symtom of short term memory? I don't even know...(Seriously, Clive)...and so, no response. What is it with me and men? My life is a wierd comedy show-I should turn myself in to the producers of Lifetime. HA!
But, just in case Clive gets wind of this post, your voice from the past is four months shy of 22, about to jet off to the big city that has been calling her name since that infamous summer, and is still waiting patiently, untainted by any, since strawberry wine. People will think what they wish...ignore them and eventually they will disappear. Life is grand, and full of mystery.
This is Pearl, signing out, folks.
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent.
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