Archive for May, 2013

5 years and 4 months

Posted: May 24, 2013 in otiose

I am five years and four months away from being completely debt free.
That’s three years behind schedule, because I couldn’t tolerate working 80 hours a week.

You think I’m more responsible than you, because I’ve enveloped my debt in good credit,
but I’m not.

A third of my debt is from one fuck up; one three month stretch of time
when I really should have changed my mind instead of hesitating.
Maybe I could have saved a lot more than money.
An additional several thousand dollars in interest and three years of my life are from a single move.

I’m impulsive and neurotic…and I don’t always take care of myself.

You work harder than me.
You make more money.
You care a hell of a lot more than I do.

I just pay my bills.

You actually have significantly fewer debts to default on than I do.
I’m trying to help you.

In seven years, creditors will lend you whatever you want, and in five years and four months…
I might consider myself a responsible adult.

Good as new.

Posted: May 21, 2013 in otiose

I was prompted to fix your malfunctioning game console.
Fine.
“Fixing” this thing included dissecting the box, killing the roaches, cleaning up the bug shit, and reassembling.
…and, yes, I did scream like a girl when I opened the fucker up.

I just saved you a lot of money.
Invest in an exterminator.

morning sickness

Posted: May 7, 2013 in transliteration

I don’t know how to find you anymore, and that’s probably for the best.
Sometimes I still think about you, but it’s not consumptive anymore.

I confused Tolstoy with Dostoevsky last night and lost a bet

You work harder than I do, but you haven’t brushed your teeth in at least three days.

I used to knock on a stranger’s door every day
several times a day
until she didn’t feel like a stranger anymore
even though she never answered.

It was a compulsion.

There are still half naked pictures of you here from ten years ago
frozen in pixels.

We’re getting so old now.

I don’t wake up wishing you were someone else.
After I drop you off, I want to go back to sleep,

but I can’t.