I'll tell you what I think tomorrow.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
The kitchen counter is marble, or fake marble, or shit. I don't know.
I know that I am sitting on it. I know that I am drinking some Jameson. Its not my first.
I have spent different parts of the last few hours cleaning this kitchen. My company has been singular, minus a sponge, a broom, a pseudo-broom.
There is recently a new couch in our kitchen. I am organizing my clean laundry on it. I have made this kitchen my own.
Both middle knuckles on my hands have gotten really red over the last couple of days.
The strange part is I haven't wanted to hit anyone in a week or two.
I'm lonely lately.
It is my own fault.
But not because of what the 3 people who read this think it is.
It is because I am lame.
Better blogs soon, I promise.
Or you can come kill me.