micah. fuck.

put something in the box, and i'll stop complaining. either that, or i stuff you into the fucking thing.

javier brought in eighty dollars today. charles came back with an entire /elk/ that /i/ just finished carving up. ( bloodied towel thrown to the side after a quick wipe of her hands, little more than scrap. ) you and bill .. cut from the same cloth ! all you do is sleep !

ooc. i missed my wife so bad

hair tidied in a scarf, sat in front of a mirror .. fussing with her earrings again.