Petsmart is my bitch. My team leader let it slip that the two managers like me. Enough that I won't have to worry about the after holidays hour drop. This is good for the whole "paying rent" thing I'm so fond of. It's nice to finally have a job I enjoy and am actually good at. Weird, but nice.
School starts Wednesday. That's when my social life goes to hell in a handbasket. Not one of those nice embroidered ones either. A secondhand handbasket. Dear god!
Stacey. Hang out with me. You encouraged me to post an lj update, so it's your fault these good folk have to put up with my angst. You have a debt to society.
Nancy Drew. You. Me. Candle emporium. Think about it.
I'm suppose to hang out with Logan and Rachel. But that might interfer with my antisocialism. Unacceptable!
http://www.corkcityheritage.ie/images/Starling.jpgThe starlings' feathers
oil spilled
rainbows
pools of poisonous shimmers
on a sunny day.
They come by the dozens.
Perching on dead vines and
hugging the rust
of the wall they
open red red throats
laugh like
an old woman coughs they
dance a
quiet drunken caper they watch
the snow melting
into the blue sky
soft as ice cream
they gulp the world down.