these are both me, I contain multitudes
(me, looking at food near the Empty Bottle): what is all this upscale shit? why a steakhouse with $100 steaks? can a lady not get a $3 taco any more? where’s the Puerto Rican food? a jibarito sounds nice, maybe some arroz con gandules
lectured by my after-dinner piece of chocolate, just as I was about to return to considering the minutiae of the upcoming week
just slept on the living room couch for two hours and I no longer feel like hot garbage, but I haven’t stood up yet so I’m not sure about the status of my lower back
I believe all of these questions now have an answer: -if it’s cool enough (and I think it will be) the Technique Docs or the Joy Division Docs -same bag I brought to Colin’s -the Fenty lipstick that I wore lasted from 6:30 until 2:45 and it still looked good at bedtime
came home, unpacked my bag, dealt with this it evolved (devolved?) into wrestling soon after this photo was taken
Colin wants me to make a photo essay about this stuffed pumpkin he got for free so here goes 1. Nice pumpkin
great night last night but it’s the sort of morning that has me wanting to transcend my corporeal form (drank too much mulled wine last night and stayed up until 3 am and slept on a sofa which was comfy enough but it’s still a sofa) I’m so old here’s Colin singing “How Bizarre” by OMC
