|holy avenging angels, batman!
||[Dec. 28th, 2004|06:40 pm]
|||||crown me king- two decades of betrayal, failure, & disaster||]|
so i am up in the morning fucking around on the computer, swell as hell, you know? proper as fish on friday. i'm sending some corospondence olive's way about her coming down to the store today, right? five minutes later i'm back in bed with jenny when what should occur but the chimes of my cell phone. i pick it up (the caller id is numeric soup, but i'm expecting olive to call from some cipher) & after some small talk i start giving the caller directions to the store. & sure the voice is weird, but i'm not conversant enough with olivia's vocal harmonics to really know the range, right? maybe she smoked too much, drank too much, woke up to early & drank too much coffee, so that is why she sounds weird. i get back into bed with jenny, we fuck somewhat briefly (but note! in the discussion of last night's sex, she says "it wasn't too mean, was it?" thats right, some rough stuff!) & i shower & head down to work. i get in & get a phone call! "i was just there but you weren't!" but i'm here now, i say. so who should come marching in by engulfed. of course, it was miles & miles of conversational distance before my rusty detective faculties put two & two together to make five. mostly i sort of sat there making small talk thinking "huh. i wonder what is going on?" anyhow, in her quest for a decent sandwich engulfed went back into manhattan, since the only thing to eat around here is pretty much shit. so that was my bit of fucking international mystery right there! other than that, my day's other hi-light was jenny stopping by to visit the store in some cute little florescent pink & green number.