jelliebeers

I do not have a good memory.

I have two examples that play a huge role in my upcoming piece.  1. I remembered the 1993 dance recital as a ballet dance, it is tap.  2. This next example is more of a fault in my logic, rather than my memory.  I did not graduate elementary school in 2003.  That would make me…  23/4?  There is my other deficit, math.  This is the year my brother graduated.  I made this realization after savagely dismantling a VHS camera. The tape became stuck after the camera had died forever so the cassette door needed to be forcibly ripped off.  I had to call a childhood friend to confirm that we actually had sung “The Greatest Love of All” at our graduation in 1999/2000?  I wanted to make sure that I didn’t create a false memory.

The cat I am babysitting broke my favorite necklace.  I touched his belly so he swatted at my face.  He became latched on the necklace and broke the chain.  He promptly went to his litter box and forced out a huge smelly shit.  He strained so hard that you could hear faint cries as he pushed.

So now I’m sitting here, listening to my roommate and her boyfriend giggle incessantly while I breath in the aroma of fresh cat feces.  This is the same roommate who told me yesterday that her boyfriend was moving in December and that it was time for me to move on.  I won’t even get to enjoy the Dunkin’ Donuts / Popeye’s that are being built on my corner.  Oh my god, it really smells.  I just want to dump the contents of the litter box in my “backyard”.  My “backyard”  is a concrete slab for the ferals.
Now it is 2:21 AM.  I am continuing my existence as a bat.  I’m considering taking on night work. No one has wished me a happy birthday yet and tomorrow it will rain.