I want a phone call from Mr. Questions just so I can keep fooling myself into thinking he cares.
I want to read this disinfo book without actually having to read it. I want my sister to stop being so.... normal all the time. I want her to divorce her husband and rent a crappy townhouse near the strip with me and my friend David so we can drink every night and we can teach her how to take bong hits. I want my mother to quit walking up and reading over my shoulder. I want my father to pop out of existence with a lil puff of smoke and some lil imp to run on after him and throw some glitter in the air with a giggle.
My sister says the resume looks good.
My mom says I look very tired.
My dad says I need to get my shit together and quit being a leech.
I say I want another cigarette.