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| misstree |
i don't want to go out, but i need to. twitching of tuesday_goth_night now is wednesday, and the week missed tingles deep in the victuals. i don't have enouh money to go, but i start and snarl at every little thing. like the other night, just about to dive into a half-finished project and realizing i don't have enough thread to do the job. sudden spiralling nosedive, ready to kick puppies and hang ponies, and i let my feet bring me out into the neighborhood before i exploded. i hemmed and hawed about spending my last $1.70 on thread while i wandered in the direction of yes, and when i found myself in front of it, i knew it was more than worth. another last $1.70 later, if i go, i have no money at all, no want to socialize, and dubious wares that i'd prefer not to peddle. (accessories and poetry, nothing *too* dubious.) always looking for an oracle, then not being able to decide what i want it to say. |
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