my new time
today i did some things ive never done before like set my hair wet in pin curls and let them all spring back out and cook carrots until soft in a teacup in the microwave. last night i played with the manual settings of my camera and learned they dont do too much or basically not enough. not well enough to capture myself in the dark which is all i ever want to take pictures of. myself in the dark or now i guess myself in the dark with a head of ringlets. yesterday i also pressed my ear to a crack in a hole in my floor to hear my downstairs neighbor affecting different dialects depending on who he was talking to on the phone. this time caribbean. yeah the neighbor that peeped up a pipe into our shower drain at me. two can play at this game.
but hey my new time. i dont have to be at the show tonight with (practically literally) everyone else i know. nor do i need to be rotting rotten on a creaking couch at someone elses house while they do something productive and i just drink their beer and eat their food and watch lollipop headed food television hosts and sexy grisly cop dramas and documentaries about medical freaks.
i didnt fall asleep until 5am this morning and tonight i hope the thunderstorm treats me right by pounding heavy on the roof feet from my face. because i stayed in and hunkered down like a good woman should. not catching my death not wetting my 'do. the storm will keep me company and im in a position not to resent it. im barefoot and dry. bottomless and isolated in my underwear. as high up as anyone can be without becoming absolutely drenched.
but hey my new time. i dont have to be at the show tonight with (practically literally) everyone else i know. nor do i need to be rotting rotten on a creaking couch at someone elses house while they do something productive and i just drink their beer and eat their food and watch lollipop headed food television hosts and sexy grisly cop dramas and documentaries about medical freaks.
i didnt fall asleep until 5am this morning and tonight i hope the thunderstorm treats me right by pounding heavy on the roof feet from my face. because i stayed in and hunkered down like a good woman should. not catching my death not wetting my 'do. the storm will keep me company and im in a position not to resent it. im barefoot and dry. bottomless and isolated in my underwear. as high up as anyone can be without becoming absolutely drenched.