Of Birds on the Wire November 6, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 13 commentsThey pushed and they shoved, three shouting teenagers with their lank hair escaping from their hoodies as they tried to force their way past me into the house. I called and called for lovely bf to help me but he was probably plugged into his pc as usual and didn’t hear me.
Finally, I managed to slam the door shut, breathing heavily with relief. I knew they wouldn’t go quietly and, later, I saw it. Throat cut, the chicken gazed at me helplessly as it swayed, pegged to the washing line.
To make matters worse, I forgot to put my trousers on before heading off to work. On the rickety, noisy train people stared at me. They didn’t stop looking at my lardy legs even as I pointed out that we were passing the Statue of Liberty.
Sigh.
I’m wondering whether giving up my generous doses of caffeine and booze is a good thing after all.
And as for lovely bf… he should be made to suffer for failing to save me, don’t you think?
