A weekend free from the second job. A week away from the day job.

Fragmented sentences, similar to my fragmented life.



"What do you like? I don't know what you like."

That's makes two of us. People lately have been trying to get into my brain. I don't mean to be secretive; it's just that there isn't too much there.

Her sister was having a bad day and her sister collects frogs so, I bought her sister a little glass frog and I thought it would be rude not to give her something so I bought her a little purple horse. The total cost for the both of them was smaller than the usual tip I leave so the gesture wasn't anything too grand.

I usually give things that will not be saved. I figure people do not need to clutter their homes. Usually, my gifts can be eaten or they wilt or they are some cheap little trinket that just proves that I was listening that time when you said your favorite color was blue.

"I don't know. I'm not even certain I can tell you what I don't like right now."

"But I want to get you something," she said examining her little equine figurine.

She then mentioned that I had gotten her something before which I had forgotten.

She'll sing songs to the tune that plays over barroom sound system, inserting my name whenever she can and even when she can't.

She says I should wear more blue.

I think I'm blue enough.


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They tend to talk rather freely when I'm around so when one of them casually mentioned that her backache was because she was PMS'ing, one of them looked my way. I was watching the sport highlights or so I pretended.