the building manager from the bookstore told me tonight that she’s going to set me up with my future partner and he’s a 30 year old stanford grad from Spain sooo…
ever have one of those moments where the realization that your friends are even more awesome and talented than you suspected puts you in doubt of your own self worth?
yeah, those thoughts are STUPID. seriously some of the most worthless thought processes you can ever have. stop it.
recovering from last week.
I’d really love to not get dressed today and spend it reading in bed, but I have super important things to do and promises to keep.
it’s not even that I’m particularly exhausted, just mentally worn out from thinking too much and interacting with too many people. I need some ME time.
my Tumblr sex dreams are more like Tumblr sexual-tension, sexual-undertone dreams.
my subconscious won’t let me break the bonds of Tumblr-friendship!
my subconscious really ought to get laid.
what I’ve done so far today:
- woke up late
- had some tea
- thought about Doctor Who for an hour or so
- grossed out the token vegan in this house by eating bacon & eggs
- had more tea
- started cleaning the kitchen
- spent over 2 hours cleaning the kitchen floor
The Kitchen Floor
THE FLOOR.
I don’t even live in this house. not really anyway.
tomorrow I’m moving into my new apartment because, I totally have a place to live now.
I’ve also avoided drinking a bottle of gin while cleaning, which is quite astounding. usually by this time I’d be trashed & naked.
I was planning on doing some adventuring today but it’s raining in San Francisco. which makes poor biking weather but great cleaning weather.
I’m gonna go clean more now BYEEEEE
“Lately I want to have sex with anything with three legs.”
that’s the thing. I just thought of it.
it doesn’t sound true right now, though. this statement is only true when I mutter it everyday between 4pm and 5pm
a bit punny, too. get it? that’s sorta amusing, right? or is it just the exhaustion?
maybe this is only funny between 4pm and 5pm, too.
west coast time, suckaz. those of you in other time zones should say this out loud at the appropriate adjusted time to match the west coast hour - see if it’s still maybe (?) sorta (ok, not really) amusing.
nvm.
as I was walking to the laundromat today (productivity, woo!) I saw this guy
who was black, wearing black shoes, pants & jacket. my immediate, inexplicable thought was “eww, your blacks don’t match, how could you go out like that?”
of course I was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt I haven’t washed in a month & my shirt wasn’t tucked in - so I was in the perfect condition to dispense fashion advice, naturally.
my first thought on seeing sunlight out the window a minute ago:
“What the fuck is that?”
the sun was at that point in its setting where it just gets below the cloud line but above the horizon.
I don’t think I’ve seen sunlight in 2 days, shit is weird when you’re not exposed to it on a regular basis.
I have this bad habit of trying to sleep too much when I don’t feel well
this morning I woke up at 10:47 am. right now it is 10:25 pm and I’ve been rolling around in bed for an hour already, trying desperately to fall asleep again less than 12 hours after I woke up.
I think I’m doing something wrong here, but my body just feels so tired.
