doomed: the diary of an hourly partner

it's 80 degrees and sunny.

chicago and it's warm. i walked around in a short sleeved t-shirt on the way home from work. it makes me happy that it's so warm out. as we all know, the cold is part of the reason i don't want to be here for another winter. that fucking wind. the windows are open now and i'm wearing shorts to bed.

i don't have anything to say other than i'm glad it's warm out. i have a lot that i want to say, but i don't know how. soon it will be unbearably hot and i'll have to walk to work and be sweating my ass off when i get there. tourists will be everywhere, much like they were today. the art kids that i hate so much won't come in anymore because they'll all be home for the summer. and that makes me sad, surprisingly.

as excited i am for the summer, a lot of people are going to be leaving me. i'm getting my mom's car, and i feel like i want to just get in it and drive it out of this city. i don't want to work at cosi this summer. i want to just drive and drive. i want to see betty and i want to see mel.

"i think i'd be lying if i said i don't enjoy this. waking up soaked in sweat, wondering who you're lying with."

ok so the last part of that line doesn't make much sense, but it's a good fucking song. i don't feel like making much sense right now anyway.

10 more seconds, is all i ask.

love, kate

posted by kate @ 10:22 PM