Saturday

There's a Bug in the Walnut

The title has nothing to do with anything, really. I have a glass of club soda here, right next to a stick of burning incense, and there was a bug in the club soda. But that thought isn't as interesting as one of a bug in a walnut, so there you go.

Why can't she take care of herself? Verano replaced her bicycle today and now she's trying to pawn it off on me so she can repurchase another one of her stolen model. If she does this she will spend nearly two grande on bicycles.

She owes a shitload more than two grande, and there's a civil complaint floating out there for some of that.

I envy her spirit, I really do. It's a bold spirit, a resolve of amazing Steele. So, where is the reason to match? I wish I had the ability to do whatever I deemed the most necessary, but her belligerent prioritization is going to cause problems in our relationship. One of the things I was initially drawn to was her individuality, but did I misinterpret what I thought was self-sufficiency? Because, as an aspiring adult, I find this latter quality much more attractive, and I'm tired of being linked to women who specifically lack it.

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