This Week's Best Thing

This Week's Worst Thing

Monday

The start of the finish.

Las Vegas is gross.

I think when people you like act like they don't know you... or don't see you... I think that's the worst thing. The absolute worst thing.

kmc

This Week's Best Thing

Sunday

The sane sibling is always the one committing the killings. That particular plot twist has lost its punch.

If someone tries to sneak in my temporary room at night to try to kill me in an attempt to steal my inheritance... I've hidden a bottle of 409 by the door. I will spray them in the eyes. I will kick them in the face. I will wait for relatives to die... so I can claim my inheritance for myself... thank you very much.

kmc

Saturday

I hope somebody tells you how beautiful you are. One day. I'm sure someone will. I hope you believe them. You won't. I know you won't. But I hope that, it crosses your mind... once or twice... "Maybe he means it... Maybe I am..." You'll dismiss it eventually... but I hope... that you let it linger... long enough for you to enjoy it.

This house is too big for two people. This state is too big for 6451584165498651654654642 people. It's all too big for me. Even this room. The ceiling is too high. My thoughts float up, up, up, and out of my reach.

Books, books, books. Books, books, books. Books, books, books.

Got lost. Always. Lost.

kmc

Friday

"Delicious hamburgers. So small. Too expensive. And we shan't have another. But we can have all the diet coke we'd like. But we don't want any. But we drink it all the same." - Samuel Beckett writes the dialogue for my first meal in Texas.

kmc