the reek of molassass, of sickly sweet blackness. the thing that killed tasha yar, i mean, this gunk filling up the spaces within my ribcage, held there by some tenebrous membrane, veiny & translucent. but what pall or gloom can compare to mordicai the black, ensonced as he is in the darkest places of his heart? i cannot be undone stitch by stitch.
dammit. i really like the spinach rolls from the jfk chicken around the cornor from me, but it seems like 50% of the time, i get a pizza roll instead. today is marked with such frustrations. i was going to do laundry but the place nearest to us (that only takes quarters) is closed. the place further from us, however, requires a card to operate the machines, & i couldn't find it & it turns out it was in jenny's purse all along. so it looks like i'll continue to either wear faded black or disguises. but on the plus side, i have gotten ahead a little in my planning for my next dnd session in two weeks. now all i have to do is properly conspire regarding gerd's one shot, & we will be all set. now i'll rub my hands together like cricket wings until a sort of chirping is all the announces my presence as i sneak among the corn stalks to kill again.
despite a failure of a morning, tasks generally scattered & only partially accomplished (silverware, for instance, remaining unwashed) i had one of those evenings where everything has come together just so. ekat came over, & we went to fuji-san for sushi. her mother had left her with bundles of cold hard american cash, so she was gracious enough to treat, including picking up jenny take-out. as we bought butter & cigarettes i coached her on the proper terminology for homeless people: hobo, a dobo (double hobo), a trobo (triple hobo), a double dobo (quadruple hobo) & a nobo (i ain't no hobo!) then we bought wine. this bears mentioning on account of how the bajan lady at my liquor store thinks katja is my girlfriend. it started when i went there with olive. then just, ever since, she sees blonde hair & assumes that this is my oft mentioned girlfriend, since, see, jenny doesn't like buying alchohol. a quirk that is respectable, but results in the humorous mishap of the barbadian lady thinking that blonde= mordicai's girl. we came back here, jenny ate her sushi, we started drinking & watched the unfairly maligned death to smootchy. then i walked katja to the subway, swiped her in, & came back home to a sleepy girl. i still got lucky! laying on top of her, doing it from behind. then she shrugged me off & went to sleep, leaving her cute bottom exposed to the world. eventually i covered her up with an afgan, but let me tell you, i wasn't eager to do so. then when i checked my email, i found out that chikako had joined catch27 & left me cute broken english messages in response to my broken-nihongo. okay! things are corpse-roses tonight. lets round up our enemies & tear out their hearts to make sure the sun never rises. this whole "night" thing is very suiting to my style.