It's been many moons since I last
blogged about my business. There have been good times and a bunch of bad, but
such is life I guess. My nail polish obsession is still going strong. I've
added well over 50 bottles to my collection since I last blogged. I've been
really into independent polishes that I've found on Etsy and other
blogs. Some are really super, galactic, fantastic, while others are overrated
like Lynnderella. Yup I broke the fuck down and bought a handful of bottles
and I'm not seeing what all the fuss is about. Very soon they will be going up
on Ebay. Yes, you read that correctly I'm gonna put them up on Ebay. If stupid
bitches wanna pay an average of $50 a bottle, who am I do deprive them? They're
mine, I bought them, so I can do whatever I damn well please with them and that
includes making booku bucks with them. I'll put up pics of my independents at a
later date.
So I was watching a movie, reading
a book, and listening to a song and an idea popped into my brain and had to be
purged. It might turn into something, but probably not since I have a very
short attention span. The working title is “Letters To Elise”.
Dear Elise,
It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, and 23
seconds since you left me. You told me not to be afraid, but I can’t help it. I
feel like I’m afraid all the time. I was never really brave without you. You made me brave. You made me strong. You made
me better. Without you it all feels so pointless. I took Lolly for a walk
today. I took her to that stupid dog park you both always loved and I hated.
All those yappy ass dogs and their pretentious owns always got on my nerves.
You always managed to get along with everyone. Lolly paced around, sniffing, looking for
something. Finally, it occurred to me that she was looking for you. This place,
full of over pampered dogs, belonged to you and Lolly. I didn’t belong there. I
was an invader. She came and sat at my feet, looking as miserable as I felt. I
shouldn’t have brought her there. It was wrong, just another example of my many
failures. You would have known this, but you weren’t there to point it out to
me. I won’t take Lolly back there again. Heather keeps calling and leaving
messages that I don’t return. I wish she’s take a hint. I don’t want to talk to
her. I can hear you, right now, in my head, telling me to give to give her a
break and that she’s just worried about me. I’m sorry sweetheart; I just don’t
have it in me right now to deal with your sister. Seeing her and talking to her
would just make me miss you more and I’m just barely hanging on as it is. Maybe
I’ll change our phone number. I mean my phone number. There is no “our” or “us”
anymore since you had to leave and no amount of tears, begging, pleading, or bargaining
will bring you back. It’s not fair. How could you leave me like this?
Loving and
missing you,
Elliot
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