Queen of the Flies
Jun. 19th, 2002 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzI was cooking, and from the corner of my eye I saw something move. I think it must have been at least fifteen flies. Those big green meat-eating kind. The ones that live from the garbage. The ones that feed on dead bodies. I think Marjolein may be dead somewhere. But yesterday there was movement in the hall. I heard her.I think. She and Eric? Or just Eric?
I didn’t even finish my plate. I was too groced out.
Then, o joy o joy, my mother called. She and I are kind of clashing right now. It must be something hormonal. Everything I say comes out like I’m miss Uberbitch. Or so she tells me, along with that I should have planned things differently. Like what? Living with Marjolein, having to perform with Mirror, having to make exams, or doing my internship? Well, those things were bestowed upon me! She bitches at me, I bitch back. Both of us are down when she hangs up, saying she needs to do dishes. Well Fuck!
I didn’t even finish my plate. I was too groced out.
Then, o joy o joy, my mother called. She and I are kind of clashing right now. It must be something hormonal. Everything I say comes out like I’m miss Uberbitch. Or so she tells me, along with that I should have planned things differently. Like what? Living with Marjolein, having to perform with Mirror, having to make exams, or doing my internship? Well, those things were bestowed upon me! She bitches at me, I bitch back. Both of us are down when she hangs up, saying she needs to do dishes. Well Fuck!
