Creepy Dead Folk In My Pants
I haven't worn my leather jacket all week and it still smells like coffee. My Frye harness boots, my shoulder bag, the red pashmina I've been wearing like a scarf, and most of my arm warmers also reek of the imported 'spro from the Cafe Up North.
Um. Look, I know I keep saying that I'll journal more but I honestly don't know where to start. I sort of wanted to talk about the way yesterday's cloud-coated sunset somehow turned the entire sky lavender, but what else can I say about that without pictures? I also wanted to talk about First Thursday and the Pioneer Square Artwalk, and the way that the artists' lofts on Western Avenue turn into a multilevel funhouses that're chock full of free booze, enthusiastic art and artists, and everybody in the fucking city. Somebody photographed me that night with an infrared camera that made me look like a nordic ghost. I had nightmares that night about my nonexistent blue-eyed twin.
Speaking of nightmares, I had another zombie dream last week. I hated this one because my partner was mauled by a suit-wearing zombie because he forgot that the zombie was still using the bathroom. Such a stupid, easily avoidable thing. I also dreamed that I assisted in the arrest of a naked Mansonesque man almost immediately after he'd disposed of his family. It wasn't clear how or why he disposed of his family but it was clear that he needed to be detained. In the dream, I talked to a former coworker about the arrest and she expressed some surprise that he wasn't gunned down on the spot. I said that it was nakedly obvious that he wasn't armed. "But what about that one guy who was just reaching for his cell phone? They just shot 'im! Just like that!" I agreed that that was disturbing and terrible and that it indeed happened, but the naked guy was a different animal. She then proceeded to follow me around a farmer's market and randomly screech "THEY JUST SHOT 'IM!" in my ear.
Then she started poking me. Hard. That's when I grabbed her by the arms and shoved her into large pyramid of cardboard doodads. She scurried off and I knelt down to rebuild the cardboard pyramid. Then I woke up and felt really awful about pushing my former coworker in that dream.
But, goddammit, she really deserved it.
Um. Look, I know I keep saying that I'll journal more but I honestly don't know where to start. I sort of wanted to talk about the way yesterday's cloud-coated sunset somehow turned the entire sky lavender, but what else can I say about that without pictures? I also wanted to talk about First Thursday and the Pioneer Square Artwalk, and the way that the artists' lofts on Western Avenue turn into a multilevel funhouses that're chock full of free booze, enthusiastic art and artists, and everybody in the fucking city. Somebody photographed me that night with an infrared camera that made me look like a nordic ghost. I had nightmares that night about my nonexistent blue-eyed twin.
Speaking of nightmares, I had another zombie dream last week. I hated this one because my partner was mauled by a suit-wearing zombie because he forgot that the zombie was still using the bathroom. Such a stupid, easily avoidable thing. I also dreamed that I assisted in the arrest of a naked Mansonesque man almost immediately after he'd disposed of his family. It wasn't clear how or why he disposed of his family but it was clear that he needed to be detained. In the dream, I talked to a former coworker about the arrest and she expressed some surprise that he wasn't gunned down on the spot. I said that it was nakedly obvious that he wasn't armed. "But what about that one guy who was just reaching for his cell phone? They just shot 'im! Just like that!" I agreed that that was disturbing and terrible and that it indeed happened, but the naked guy was a different animal. She then proceeded to follow me around a farmer's market and randomly screech "THEY JUST SHOT 'IM!" in my ear.
Then she started poking me. Hard. That's when I grabbed her by the arms and shoved her into large pyramid of cardboard doodads. She scurried off and I knelt down to rebuild the cardboard pyramid. Then I woke up and felt really awful about pushing my former coworker in that dream.
But, goddammit, she really deserved it.