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i keep starting entries, deleting them, starting again…
nothing sounds right. nothing captures the hectic humdrum that has been my life lately. it’s all so much self-absorbed drivel. not that that would be so bad, i suppose. it just seems like too much effort to really explain anything, the little snippets of interesting that happen aren’t really interesting without tons of blasé backstory.
upstairs someones pushing around a mop bucket. it’s wheels on the tile sound like a slow moving train.
i went to a wedding on saturday. a hippy wedding. it was lovely. i had to give one of the bridesmaids, the groom’s sister (the punk rock pixie of former entries), my shoes, as she had misplaced hers. so i was barefoot for the majority of the evening. it was the kind of wedding where no one thought this odd. one of my most ardent teenage crushes, a man/boy named silas, whom i had not seen in the better part of a decade, introduced me to his wife. he was still exceedingly handsome. she was very plain. my kristopher showed up unexpectedly. he and erik were wearing almost the exact same outfit, shoes and all.
the air conditioning in here is set far too high. the tip of my nose is cold and i’ve sprouted goosebumps.
my calendar is full this week. today is kristopher’s birthday. he’s celebrating with a paternity test. i doubt i’ll see him. tomorrow is erik’s birthday. we’ll probably go out and drink too much. i think i’ll do his dishes as a present. wednesday is erik’s birthday tattoo appointment at 1 in the afternoon. i’m not exactly sure how we’ll both sneak off in the middle of the day. we’ll figure it out. i’ll be out of town all day thursday for some silly job-related classes. friday… ok, so i don’t have anything for friday. yet.
it’s gotten brighter out. the cumulous clouds are cotton candy pink.
nothing sounds right. nothing captures the hectic humdrum that has been my life lately. it’s all so much self-absorbed drivel. not that that would be so bad, i suppose. it just seems like too much effort to really explain anything, the little snippets of interesting that happen aren’t really interesting without tons of blasé backstory.
upstairs someones pushing around a mop bucket. it’s wheels on the tile sound like a slow moving train.
i went to a wedding on saturday. a hippy wedding. it was lovely. i had to give one of the bridesmaids, the groom’s sister (the punk rock pixie of former entries), my shoes, as she had misplaced hers. so i was barefoot for the majority of the evening. it was the kind of wedding where no one thought this odd. one of my most ardent teenage crushes, a man/boy named silas, whom i had not seen in the better part of a decade, introduced me to his wife. he was still exceedingly handsome. she was very plain. my kristopher showed up unexpectedly. he and erik were wearing almost the exact same outfit, shoes and all.
the air conditioning in here is set far too high. the tip of my nose is cold and i’ve sprouted goosebumps.
my calendar is full this week. today is kristopher’s birthday. he’s celebrating with a paternity test. i doubt i’ll see him. tomorrow is erik’s birthday. we’ll probably go out and drink too much. i think i’ll do his dishes as a present. wednesday is erik’s birthday tattoo appointment at 1 in the afternoon. i’m not exactly sure how we’ll both sneak off in the middle of the day. we’ll figure it out. i’ll be out of town all day thursday for some silly job-related classes. friday… ok, so i don’t have anything for friday. yet.
it’s gotten brighter out. the cumulous clouds are cotton candy pink.