March 5th, 2010 at 12:22 pm
Call me the hit man, ‘cuz I make you wanna call time-out
Their entrance has been sealed shut as of this morning. But I miss my little friends, the ants. They weren’t even attentive to una salsa muy salsa!, tangerines, or instant oatmeal. My room was merely a shortcut. Fixit lady said they were smart. I didn’t think they were very smart. Although there’s something to be said for their disinterest in fucking, I guess.
I was frustrated yesterday, but not for my own incompetence as a friend, which I should have been more concerned with. ‘Student activism’ deterred me from doing anything mildly productive outside of consuming expensive tacos, hopping non-fences, and convincing photographers that I was not pissed. I’m trying to replace irreconcilability with honesty but this is a collision of worlds I’m not accustomed to. WHATEVER, I’ve alleviated some tension today. It was a humbling experience.