you, me and a man named Sue..

you, me and a man named Sue..

rang my sister last night.. did as i told myself i would: told her i can’t come out, too much to do, too little time. her reaction: blithely oblivious to any sense of emotion. “oh that’s cool, we’ll find someone. oh, we won’t see you before you go then.. have a good trip.”

yea. thanks.

forgive me for sounding a little cold, but i’m feeling a little trampled.

babbled ranted about it earlier.. which helped a lot. merci canard..

think i might go read some more of “Junky”.. i’m in need of cold analytical nihilism.

[i have no idea what the title for this means. the phrase just popped into my head.]