16 August 2006 @ 04:30 pm
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Blah. I hate being lonely. I hate tiny kitchens and nonstop window-unit air conditioners. I hate the ceaseless silence of my apartment and sharing friendlier smiles with customers than I share with my coworkers. I miss the sunshine and desert-heat and wearing alligator plush on my head where little children can see me. I miss my dog and my IHOP and all the people I'd meet in it. I miss organic produce and a short drive to work and the central time zone.

I hate missing things.

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Love Song: Tori Amos - I Can't See New York
 
 
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(Anonymous) on August 17th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)
Cyrano says loneliness doesn't mean you're alone...
Just to put it in perspective...

Kylee and I went to IHOP and you weren't there. It was sad. I go into the childrens department looking for you, expecting you to turn and laugh, but you aren't there. Only the humorless egghead (my term for your successor)staring at me with a blank look that tends to make me angry.

Becca misses you as much as I do. She told a little boy about how you used to wear plush on your head, and he decided it sounded like a fine idea. I believe he walked out of the department with an alligator on his head. Funny stuff, and sweet.
Love, and miss you.
-Cyrano
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