Summer, summer...
I wasn't ready for this heat wave. I'm right in the middle of re-arranging my room and removing unwanted furniture. That desperate need to rid myself of any access baggage has resurfaced. I'm trying to weed out my clothes until I have but one dresser to my name. At present, I have two: one with two drawers for sweaters, shirts that don't stay on hangers, and my jeans/skirt drawer. Another with much smaller drawers to hold socks, underwear, pajamas and exercise clothes. My goal is to acquire but a single dresser endowed with many drawers. Thanks to the scorching heat and suffocating humidity, progress is slow.
In an effort to bring more happiness into my life, I've been knitting like one possessed. I stayed up all night working on a shrug. I've also managed to procure a viola instructor. Now all I need to do is procure the viola and concert hall filled with adoring fans. Anyone want to book me for a joint musical endeavor?
I have tentative plans next Sunday to meet up with a certain gentleman named Chad; I haven't seen him in over five years. I have no idea what to expect, but I think it would be good for me to have more friends than just one.
Yesterday, I drove to a little house on Wyandotte Street in Royal Oak to watch my friend Steve perform. I was sitting outside on the steps waiting for him to finish sound-checking and I missed the entire performance. Such is the way of experimental noise. I did manage to wiggle my way down to the sweaty basement where I was dripped upon by the ceiling, and rubbed against by a chubby shirtless wonder. A man was dressed as a bear and drinking a forty through his fuzzy bear head. Then the inebriated crowd went crazy over some band who thought they were the first to discover circuit-bending. They had potential, but got a little overzealous. After they finished their set, I climbed up from the abyss of stink and talked to this boy called Milo who I knew from dinner parties I used to go to. We both knit, and he told me about how he was currently working on a baby blanket to send to Kimyah Dawson. Apparently, she got knocked up. Here is Steve as I found him; wandering the streets of Royal Oak, smelling eerily similar to a certain alcoholic I know. Apparently, I lack a chin and a jawline.
My verdict for the night?
-99% of men are apparently under the impression that B.O. attracts the ladies.
In an effort to bring more happiness into my life, I've been knitting like one possessed. I stayed up all night working on a shrug. I've also managed to procure a viola instructor. Now all I need to do is procure the viola and concert hall filled with adoring fans. Anyone want to book me for a joint musical endeavor?
I have tentative plans next Sunday to meet up with a certain gentleman named Chad; I haven't seen him in over five years. I have no idea what to expect, but I think it would be good for me to have more friends than just one.
Yesterday, I drove to a little house on Wyandotte Street in Royal Oak to watch my friend Steve perform. I was sitting outside on the steps waiting for him to finish sound-checking and I missed the entire performance. Such is the way of experimental noise. I did manage to wiggle my way down to the sweaty basement where I was dripped upon by the ceiling, and rubbed against by a chubby shirtless wonder. A man was dressed as a bear and drinking a forty through his fuzzy bear head. Then the inebriated crowd went crazy over some band who thought they were the first to discover circuit-bending. They had potential, but got a little overzealous. After they finished their set, I climbed up from the abyss of stink and talked to this boy called Milo who I knew from dinner parties I used to go to. We both knit, and he told me about how he was currently working on a baby blanket to send to Kimyah Dawson. Apparently, she got knocked up. Here is Steve as I found him; wandering the streets of Royal Oak, smelling eerily similar to a certain alcoholic I know. Apparently, I lack a chin and a jawline.
My verdict for the night?
-99% of men are apparently under the impression that B.O. attracts the ladies.
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