scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

15.9.05

the grocery store people

must have the strangest ideas about me. For a week now i've been buying twenty-pound bags of ice, not just on weekends or Fridays like a normal person, but just about every day. And i will be until tuesday, and you have to wonder - as i do go to the same grocery store whenever i have the opportunity, are they starting to recognize me? do they notice when people buy weird things? it's kind of already a bad feeling when you look at your pile of groceries on the black conveyor belt and there's a big stack of premade lunches, and some frozen pizza, and having a nice big bag of tomatoes or green peppers or french bread makes it better. can't have people thinking all we eat is prepackaged lunches. But that's the only thing we need from the grocery, right now, is ice and prepackaged, frozen, character-free, tasteless, boring lunches. and you can't make eye contact with the person at the register if all you're getting is a twenty-pound bag of ice and a stack of frozen lunches. because how pathetic a life is that? that's what divorced men in their fifties buy when they're living in a motel. i am none of these things.

scrawled @ 21:38