Technically 7 Past midnight I have 8 bags and counting: Laptop, Guitar, Electronics, Toiletries, Hair & makeup, Shoes & Misc, Snacks/Medicine AND Colossus I don't want to do this again for a long long time Maybe I'll stay for September Maybe I'll just move to Alexandria I should ask the Alexandrian grannies I'm turning into them, this is the longest on-purpose stay I lost the car battle, Baba said he was scared to drive on his own Le sigh Maybe I'll get abs? An ab? Less wobbly. Maybe I'll have a summer romance? It hasn't happened in 20 years but maybe this time there'll be a cute AirBnB-er? There's an Egyptian New Yorker family that shows up every now and then They're from Brooklyn, I know this because I could hear it Everyone could hear it, from a kilometer away The guy had tattoos which used to terrify everyone back in the day, now he'd just be trendy All I remember about the sister is she kept yelling STOOOP-UUUH and would stand scowling in the pool I was too shy to say hi Now I have granny clique/interfering tante audacity Hi Americans! (Insert Eagle screech) There's a big deaf family too, I love watching them sign (I also engage in the national pastime of shameless staring) Egyptian sign language is so Egyptian The sass is palpable I'm scared about work I'm scared I keep telling myself -- everything is absurd, nothing matters, embrace the chaos And then I feel warm gooey relief Cheerful nihilism is also trendy Hi! I'm a 37 year old, bisexual, anti-child, commitment-phobe on the autism spectrum! One week of every month I get a period that looks like a crime scene, incapacitates me, and makes me vomit from the pain! I'm agnostic! My abusive parents gave me CPTSD! One died and guilt/deluded hope is still tying me to the living one! Please love me! But not too much because ew! EW! ... So probably not having a summer romance |