playin' it cool

what am i doing? man i suck at blogging.

lately i’ve just been doing this thing where i pretend that i actually am a domestic goddess instead of just a lazy sack of shit, which is actually the truth. so i’ve been cleaning and baking and cooking and taking photos and organizing papers and sweeping and all the other stuff that i actually hate. but here is the trick. i don’t hate it! i like it! i like when my kitchen is clean and there are cookies and maybe some flowers and a cat sitting on the window sill. that is a nice thing. and a pot of coffee, of course.

there is this 1-800 number that has been calling us a million times a day for the past million days. really, can it be important if it’s from a 1-800 number? i don’t believe so. plus i now have a battle with that 1-800 number and refuse to answer it. anyway, it’s pretty damn annoying. i always get excited for a real phone call from, i don’t know, a friend. and it’s always that stupid 1-800 guy. it’s definitely a scam because otherwise they could just leave a message. duh.



it’s beautiful here. p is gone for the weekend so i’ll be flying solo. this means that every night, without fail, i will have the apartment lit up like a christmas tree and i will turn each light off as i make my way towards my bed and finish the whole thing off with a grand leap into my bed. oh yes, this is after investigating all the closets and crannies where someone/thing could possibly be hiding. but i do this discreetly because i don’t want to let them know i am on to them. if i find someone/thing, i will casually just “go out” and then do whatever freaking out is necessary. but i’ll play it cool at first. you know me.