chillthemartian
Positively. Jeff hated that word with a fucking passion. Maggie had painted it on the ceiling above his bed as some kind of pseudo, modern house design bullshit. OK, he hadn't minded it so much when she was still around. But not she was gone and he hated the fucking thing. Nothing in his life was positive anymore. No job, no girlfriend, and a shitload of bills to pay. His life positively sucked.