I lust for the boring consistency of brewing coffee at 7 AM on a Monday
I crave 2 hour commutes home on rainy Friday evenings
And simple Sundays of shameless indulgence
And football
I don't even like football
But I want to watch it all Sunday long
I want the life I swore away with tattoos and one bedroom apartments for the past two years
I want a life so painfully secure my obituary states "boredom" as my primary cause of death
((Because I am so ******* sick of feeling homesick in my own home
and I am so ******* sick of working holidays
at a job I don't believe in
and I am so ******* sick of boys who belong
in gutters and heartless girls with heart tattoos
Get me out of here))
