Friday, September 25

Oh it's healing

I'm an angel bored like hell
and you're a devil meaning well
you steal my lines and you strike me dumb
come raise your flag upon me
- The Cardigans

He texted me today, the man I stood up, saying That was not cool, I wish we could have hade our night. "Not cool"? Is he twelve? I hate him, and I don't even know him. Why do men only ever get emotional when the girl doesn't? Is it in their DNA?

Oh well, won't ever see him again so why should it bother me.
Why Does it bother me?
Fuck him.

I have been staying in since then and the only social contact I've had was when Mary, our housekeeper came by this morning andwhen opening my door for the deliveries from various stores and restaurantes. That is one of the things I love about this town, or maybe the only thing, everything can be ordered to your door. Bottles of my favorit gin Old raj, wine, cigarettes, sushi, fois gras, macarones or underwear. It just shows up if you want it to. Very comfertable for a scared and uncomfortable soul like mine.

Bisous

6 comments:

WJ said...

Shit, if I could have all these thing delivered I'd be perpetually stuck on my bed. I don't blame you. Great lyrics too by the way.

Jillian said...

:( <3 hope u are alright love
this one is rather sad

Riff Dog said...

I know how that can be. Delivery can be addicting.

Rainy said...

Aw you're really upset, aren't you? Are you feeling any better?

BTW, I wish my town offers delivery like the way your town does - it can be addictive!!!

Susan said...

I hope you are feeling better soon...
x

belle in arms said...

You're all ery sweet for worrying but I am fine, promise. Just a bit tierd of everything.