it sounded like an earthquake
yesterday was trade day.
my sister and i sat in the middle of the living room. new wood laid there, it's color warm and rich to give the house a more homey feel. the carpet was more comfy. so we sat there and traded chores like savages for food or rich people in an auction. i got stuck with the shitty chores. doing two things that took an entirety longer rather than three tasks. i knew what i was getting myself into. but i decided to roll over anyways.
i tend to do that.
i read up on some live journals. and to be honest i was much more pleased not knowing what others were thinking or how they spent their time. only one entry made me smile, brought a little homey feeling to the tips of my lips. but i won't say whos. thats just too easy.
i remember when i tried to be mysterious and different. i guess it was a phase that i only pleased myself in. but at least i was pleasing someone.
i remember high school. i read an article on the power of scent. it made me happy. i thought of different places that i've visited in the past. family in ohio, coconut sun block and moldy life jackets, friends' houses, a whiff of the same aftershave an ex uses, the drama room. my grandmother's basement. if i could bottle anything up it would be scent. i like how it triggers memories.
i think i'm done for today. hm. we'll see.
my sister and i sat in the middle of the living room. new wood laid there, it's color warm and rich to give the house a more homey feel. the carpet was more comfy. so we sat there and traded chores like savages for food or rich people in an auction. i got stuck with the shitty chores. doing two things that took an entirety longer rather than three tasks. i knew what i was getting myself into. but i decided to roll over anyways.
i tend to do that.
i read up on some live journals. and to be honest i was much more pleased not knowing what others were thinking or how they spent their time. only one entry made me smile, brought a little homey feeling to the tips of my lips. but i won't say whos. thats just too easy.
i remember when i tried to be mysterious and different. i guess it was a phase that i only pleased myself in. but at least i was pleasing someone.
i remember high school. i read an article on the power of scent. it made me happy. i thought of different places that i've visited in the past. family in ohio, coconut sun block and moldy life jackets, friends' houses, a whiff of the same aftershave an ex uses, the drama room. my grandmother's basement. if i could bottle anything up it would be scent. i like how it triggers memories.
i think i'm done for today. hm. we'll see.