How could I possibly forget? ( that particular infomercial seemed to run almost every night and her insomnia might not be as strong as his, but even she had seen it enough times to have the entire thing committed to memory. ) That lady was the entire reason I had to start hiding the credit card. ( not that she was ever super responsible with it herself, but that's what your 20s are for, right? being a giant fuckup, getting yourself in debt, digging your way out? things always seemed to balance in the end, and even if it didn't, they were together and fuck the rest. ) Or did you forget about the time you got high and decided we needed a Magic Bullet for every room?
( maybe this won't be so bad. if they just keep the conversation light, pointless and stupid, then maybe when she inevitably has to hang up, it won't feel so much like the air is being squeezed out of her lungs saying goodbye to him. it's a long shot, but maybe they'll be the ones to figure this friend thing out. what a freaking miracle that would be. ) I guess so, yeah.
( exhaling softly, she rests her head against the arm of the couch. the same position she used to take up during movie marathons with him except, strange as it might seem, his shoulder was infinitely more comfortable than the overstuffed arm of this not yet broken in couch. ) I'm just not really tired. I don't think I ever really adjusted to the morning shifts.
( it's not completely false, but it still sounds so incredibly pathetic it's all she can do not physically cringe. anything is better than admitting she she just needed to hear his voice. )
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Date: 2015-02-24 05:14 am (UTC)( maybe this won't be so bad. if they just keep the conversation light, pointless and stupid, then maybe when she inevitably has to hang up, it won't feel so much like the air is being squeezed out of her lungs saying goodbye to him. it's a long shot, but maybe they'll be the ones to figure this friend thing out. what a freaking miracle that would be. ) I guess so, yeah.
( exhaling softly, she rests her head against the arm of the couch. the same position she used to take up during movie marathons with him except, strange as it might seem, his shoulder was infinitely more comfortable than the overstuffed arm of this not yet broken in couch. ) I'm just not really tired. I don't think I ever really adjusted to the morning shifts.
( it's not completely false, but it still sounds so incredibly pathetic it's all she can do not physically cringe. anything is better than admitting she she just needed to hear his voice. )