i do miss her! its true. today was the day i was going to make sure the store closed at 8 so we could close & get home. like always though it got tangled. david's writing group was staying late, or at least drinking over reading; christopher had missed his train to chicago & was gonna show. so i, invited, passed on the invite to jenny. she said maybe. later when i called her once i'd gotten back to park slope she said she maybe would show but didn't want to hurry to get ready. but she (this is true!) encouraged me to hang out with david at the bar. i'm telling you, she practically had to convince me into it. i dunno. its the opposite of being uh...its the opposite, its the looking glass version. oh man. tonight is easy, because i have her here. but its one of those things where i can tell. without an anchor i'd be adrift. i'm probably the worst boyfriend ever. at least, i feel like i'm the jerk tonight.
if you say "black" & you mean it like "italian," i guess that's kinda okay. though i do totally prefer christopher's "diasporic africans" over any sort of "african-american" nonsense. anyhow, i was just putting ketchup on this fish jenny had left-over from lunch? & i was thinking about how weird it is to put hot sauce on fried chicken, & how dave chapelle thinks white people like mayonaise. hell, i hate mayo. but the thing about wash cloths is maybe true- at least, i don't use one. & the loofah thing is pretty much chick turf. oh my heavens i'm so not exfoliated! i dwell in my own filth! or well, i don't think so so-much. i'm naturally clean! i'm like charcoal! listen- i'm in a pretty decent mood this morning & i don't know what to do about it. listen to andrew wk & queen? is that a good plan? because that's what i've been doing. oh, hey! its almost time to leave for work, that'll be an exciting adventure. i'll ride in the magical subterrenean tunnels. that's a smart idea, smarty-pants.
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