Separate ways

This birth control is doing a number on me, but at least I don’t have to pay out of pocket for it. Obama was good for that, at least. Never much for techno but I’ve been listening to the DJ Trashy station on Pandora lately, just old stuff that Tee and I used to listen to. My own station seems hell bent on playing songs that my nerves just can’t handle. Pain is inevitable but suffering is optional, Pandora. I went and ate at R & O’s with Scott today, as he’s never been. God, that roast beef poboy is awesome. After he left I went down to the pool and threw fruit snacks at squirrels and read Valley of the Dolls and baked in the sun. I aim to get as tan as I was about a year or so ago, when we would go to the gym on Saturdays and bake. Everything I remember about my old life seems as if it happened to someone else. Christ, my life does not need to end up like a fucking Springsteen song. Tomorrow I’m cleaning the apartment and mentally preparing for the GOT episode that’s going to ruin everyone’s weekend. Autum & Ri are going to come swimming tomorrow afternoon. As for tonight, I’m taking a Xanax (maybe two) and wiping the whole damn slate clean. We are as sparks.