thrashing
2007-05-14 3:09 a.m.

ahh you may have noticed i can't write anymore!

it's raining. it's dark.

it's not like i'm struggling to not talk about love/sex. truly. i feel no urge to update anyone on those things.

which makes me wonder.

anyway, i recently bought a package of swiss cake rolls and strawberry shortcake rolls. i did this because i wanted to eat them.

i alternate between the chocolate loveliness and the strawberry perkiness. now i'm at the point where i think i should just finish the box, to get it over with. start tomorrow.

start tomorrow start tomorrow. there's tubing on tuesday, but i have my doubts. start tomorrow.

i've got a gut, but some people find me attractive. i give some people hard-ons. that's a nice thought. oh shit i thought i wasn't going to write about that? well, i'll end it here.

sometimes i feel so bad for monica lewinsky and i think it's because during all that she was 21, 22, 23, 24. i don't know. we've all been a monica.

something about this age makes me feel like...

like when i'm in bed in the wintertime and i have all those layers of sheets and blankets and i'm thrashing around, trying to straighten them out, match the corners up. i thrash more and it's never even.

or slowly peeling a label off a book and trying to avoid that sticky residue. peeling from one side and then scraping from another, only to have some rough threads of glue left behind, anyway.

no, i like the bed analogy better. (you would! stfu.)

lorrie moore, it seems, has said nearly everything i need to say. great, thanks, lady.