17 January 2007 14:02

I'm so grateful to be nowhere

past perfect | future perfect then | now peek | scrawl compose | notes booklog stuff to ponder

There's no trick to it, it's just a simple trick! My hands smell like play-doh, and there's something that seems like effort struggling on the periphery of my consciousness. I've been playing word games and thinking about employment. I've been making bean soups and watching TV shows that I get from Netflix. I've been tousling cats and rubbing dingo ears. I'm real boring on the outside, but inside I contain at least two worlds' worth of trivia and song lyrics. In the past six months, I've discovered that I love perfume and that I can feel content in the midst of nothing but ambiguity. I need good music, and I want to know why the guestbooks don't seem to work anymore. A good friend of mine came down with a case of the accidentally-pregnants, and I'm very excited for her, because she's very excited. I wish she was nearby so I could feed her gingersnaps and help her with her moments of anxiety. I am fascinated by the wife-swapping shows. Part of me believes that they could help solve the culture wars. The other part just can't stop watching. I have chai, and it's getting cold. Fuck all y'all businesspeople; I do as I please! love, might