today is the day that laundry happens. also, the shwerking out, the room-cleaning (for real), one million things.
right now it’s just the coffee &the writing &the sonic youth with cats sleeping in sunbeams &my legs under the covers. I’m in the mood for blanket forts, regressive fashion.
my friends almost died yesterday. found out whilst watching tales from the crypt with SC, who was perched at the edge of the couch &has no idea I like her, or knows, but is creeped out. but anyway, we sat so long I thought my thighs were melting &I don’t know how much whiskey I’d suckled out of that unicorn mug or how many asshole comments that bill had made. but really, I’m glad my friends didn’t die on that icy highway. they showed me photos of the totaled car, &damn.
I can’t tell if I’m sad right now, but I’m feeling motivated.