joan genesis cb

I guess I could be happy as an accountant.

It's a job, right? Something stable, it'll get Caleb off my back and I can move out in a few years- that's a whole different migraine. It gets overwhelming. Like, if I lay it all out from here to District Six, that to-do list will just keep rolling and I never want to read past the first line because it's the same shit every time I check it. Get out of bed, put some shoes on, brush my teeth for extra points.

It'll make my mom happy, and that's good, right?

Make it that far and we are golden. There's a sigh whenever I wake up; I figured I'd grow out of it eventually. We wake up during the night and check on the dogs, and then I'll check the sheep and my sister will check the fish. Apparently, we're going to be getting some Capitolite mutt soon, Quartz brand and pink fur and it's always insane to me how easy it is for them to play with life. To play god and yet here I am, still unhappy.

Not unhappy, just bored. Caleb is always going on about her hustle, and how Tribute Insurance is gonna be the next big break in a long line of breaks. Genius little thing, Lysander Mae wears the doberman token on the white robes she wears in the finale, her blood sits drying in its enamel. It finds its way to the finale and we're going to get a paycheck and another family to apologize to when its over.

But that's okay, right? They'll have reimbursement, and we'll get our cut and I stare deadpan as the sheep stare back at me. Man, I can't wait to move out.

And no, Caleb will not be coming with.