novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- grumbling theives the couple who live above us are fighting. i can hear the man's voice, accusatory and hard, through the ceiling. just loud enough for me to recognize tone. i hear what i assume are the woman's footsteps cross the length of the room. then the sigh of a chair as her body sinks into it. it sounds like he has stolen all her words. gobbled them up and spit them back at her. i have to go to the dmv to order replacement plates. i've lived here five years, and i've never been to the dmv. i used to deliver registration titles to the dmv for a fleet registration service when i was seventeen. i stood in line for hours because they would only allow you to process ten at a time. i read so many books while standing still, became familiar with the clerks and their idiosyncracies, got used to hearing people in line grumbling about time lost. that, i couldn't stand. time lost, time lost. by that reasoning i would have lost entire days. where did your patience go? i am the kind of girl who would drive an uptight man batty. 12:49 pm - 06.19.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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