The miserable girl makes the mistake of waking up early today. She doesn’t have to work, hasn’t had to in weeks, and she looks outside to see what she might have to put together to wear.
She figures a sweater at least. And pants. Pants, not a skirt. Definitely pants. Maybe just jeans.
The miserable girl makes herself a bowl of Frosted Flakes and sits down in front of the computer. She checks her email. She checks her blog for any posted comments. There aren’t any of either.
Shit, this milk has gone bad, she thinks to herself.
She gets up and throws the rest of the bowl of cereal in the trash. She puts on some music and dances a bit to herself and then feels stupid about that and stops.
The miserable girl used to sublet her apartment but now she hates it but doesn’t have the money to move so she took over the lease and hates herself for taking the easy way. Even when it isn’t easy living with a leaky sink and a horrible clogged shower. And it’s tiny to boot. The miserable girl has long hair, and she supposes the clog is her fault, her fault alone. But she always clears the hair out of the drain stopper after every shower. Nothing helps.
The miserable girl smokes a cigarette and tries to figure out what to do with herself today. She checks her email again. Nothing. She cleans out her spam folder. She doesn’t pay attention to what’s in it.
She thinks about being around people, but that wasn’t working so hot yesterday. And it’s supposed to be cold and there’s a chance of a shower or two.
The miserable girl flips through a gay porn magazine that a friend had given to her as a gag gift for her birthday a few months back. She sits there, looking at the half-hard dicks and hairless bodies, and wonders why she hasn’t thrown it away. Or at least put it somewhere less obvious.
Not sitting right there out on the coffee table.
She thinks about calling her mother and then thinks why did I think of doing that?
She’s half-horny from looking at the magazine, but that passes quickly. She goes to the fridge to pour out the rest of the milk down the sink. It sits there in a puddle until the puddle slowly disappears down the drain and leaves a white gloss. She turns the water on to wash the gloss off, but it only leaves a less-white gloss, now less glossy now.
The miserable girl turns off the water and stares at what’s left in the sink.
The miserable girl thinks:
This is dumb. I should have just quit. They never call me anymore and I know why. That stupid fucktard Ian ratted me out about the motherfucking coffee beans. Shithead. It’s not like I need that job anyway so they can just go fuck themselves. And make me a fucking latte while their at it.
The miserable girl thinks:
This is dumb.
The miserable girl thinks:
I should go shopping. I should go shopping and buy something really cute, something that looks great on me. I will go shopping and treat myself to something nice, because that’s what I deserve. Something nice and pretty and something I don’t already have.
The miserable girl falls asleep on her couch instead.
When she wakes up it’s dark out and there’s nothing on TV.
